Moving out...not me.

I was talking to my mom yesterday, and my BFF Andrea today, about my big brother moving out with his new wife.

I'll be honest.  It is a little weird to know he won't be coming 'home' to our house any more.  I was just sitting in bed listening for him to come in the front door.  Then I remembered, he is at his house now.  Before, he would always come stick his head in my room and say good night when he came in from a date or something.  Sometimes those 'goodnight's' turned into long talks.  Sometimes I would pretend to be asleep because I was tired, and didn't want to be up super late (or early depending on your perspective) talking.  Even when he thought I was sleeping, though, he would say, "Love you." 

That being said, it isn't as weird or sad as I was expecting it to be.  Ya, I will miss those late night chats.  But things are as they should be.  My happiness for him, and my excitement over FINALLY having a sister is what is at the forefront.  And that is a blessing.  The Lord helps us in so many ways, and this is one where he has helped me.  I have been able to see.  I have been able to put aside my selfishness.  (Yes, I do have a deep selfish streak.) 

Brothers are pretty cool.  Especially older brothers who make you laugh till whipped cream comes out of your nose, protect you even when you don't want them to, and wake you up because they just read the most interesting thing...

And younger brothers who think they are super handsome, and in all honesty, are; who have the charming-est wink in the history of the world, and who surprise you with their maturity sometimes.

Anyway, this was just on my mind!  Goodnight world!