Big Sister Pride

When I was little, I used to tell my mom that I wanted a younger sibling. My desire to be a big sister didn’t convince my parents to have more children after me, so I grew up as the youngest of three children.

When Brad and I started dating, his younger brother was in middle school. By the time Brad and I got married, my new “little brother” (who is significantly taller than me) was a young man of 16. I finally have the chance to experience what it’s like to be a real older sister and all of the pride that comes along with watching a sibling grow up and experience those special milestones.

Thins like getting a text message from him when he passed his driver’s license exam, being shown his first car, watching him be recognized at a school banquet and even tying the ribbon on his girlfriend’s birthday present are those big sister things that are a bonus of becoming a part of the K-fam.

On Monday, my “little” brother turned 18!

Happy Birthday (again) Brian!

Stretching the definition of “little brother”

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About Probably Rachel

PR professional and social media enthusiast, blogging about life, marriage, coffee and type 1 diabetes. You can follow me on Twitter also @ProbablyRachel

Posted on October 18, 2012, in Family and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

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