As I was working on these images, I was trying to think of a story of when we were younger (my brother and I) to post with these pictures, but I was drawing blank. Until, I remembered a simple and short memory instead. I remembered a time when my brother hugged me. It wasn’t the kind of hug that your mom makes you give to your little siblings because you had to as part of your apology. It was a simple hug that meant the world to me because it was… Just because. It wasn’t the first hug, but it was a different kind of hug. Something that felt like I’m-so-glad-you’re-in-my-life kind of hug. Remembering that small memory, I thank God for blessing me with a brother and two sisters. He could have just made a couple have one child and no more, but no, we are able to have someone who we call, brother or someone who we call, sister. I thank Him for that.
Older siblings are better than young, I don’t know how any of them put up with me when we were younger. At age three I’d always break their toys, scribble on their homework, or spill drinks on their things. I would not have liked me if I had myself as a little sister. But God shows mercy upon each and every one of us and to me, He made me the youngest. Ha ha. He just somehow knew that I needed older siblings than young ones. He knew that if I was the oldest and had three younger siblings, I wouldn’t be able to survive the pressure, the responsibility, and the diaper changes. ;) Therefore He made my wonderful sister Ann the oldest and she was a great role-model to us all. Which by the way celebrated her birthday yesterday. Eli following her, with being the only brother we three sisters needed. Olga, the third in row, being the first of us to make it to a classy University… And me… Just plain me. :)
I have a lot to be thankful for.
Eli, I can’t say thank you enough times for coming out and being my model… You were a natural pro. ;)