My Brother, My Friend


My brother, Ian, and I are 12 and 1/2 years apart in age. Which means that we are in such different places in our lives that we don’t always get along or understand each other. 

Some people might wonder why my parents had their kids so far apart in age. My sister, Gracie, is 6 and a 1/2 years younger than me, and is almost 6 years older than Ian. 

The short answer is: it wasn’t their plan.  It was never the plan. But it worked out for the best. While I don’t always get along with either of them and we fight and bicker and say things we shouldn’t to each other, they’re still my siblings and I love them dearly – and would do anything for them.


But…Ian and I….we have a special bond. We’re more than just siblings – we’re friends. I love him more than life itself, and he makes my day a little brighter when I see him.

I think there’s a bunch of reasons for this…

  1. This kid…he always is smiling. It takes a lot to get him down. He plays soccer and smiles the whole time he’s running the field. He never stops. He’s the happiest kid I know. 
  2. He says “I love you”, all the time. And if I say, “I love you more”, he says, “No, I love YOU more.” 
  3. He makes me laugh. Ian will say the craziest things about the dumbest stuff, but it always makes me laugh. I can’t go a day without laughing about something silly he says. 
  4. He sings. All. The. Time. To be honest, it gets super, duper annoying. WAY annoying. But, we hold that bond. We both love to sing. And sometimes, at the right times, we sing together. Someday, I’m going to do special music with this kid at church! 

Ian and I, we hold a special bond. He came home from Vietnam when I was 13. I was like a second Mom to him. I changed diapers, got him dressed, held him all the time, carried him on my hip wherever I went.


He’s not only my brother, but he’s my friend. 

I don’t know what I’d do without him. He makes my day a little bright, and my heart a little bigger. He makes me realize – just a little bit – what it will be like to be a mom someday. 


And if my future sons (or daughters) are anything like him…that’ll be okay. 🙂 

Keep on keepin’ on, little bro. I love you.