Big Brudder
Last week my brother was in town for just a few days. I was so excited for him to arrive. As I was driving to the airport, I was so excited to see him again and to spend the week with him. As soon as I picked him up, I felt like I suddenly became 4 again. I used to feel this way when we'd visit him in Cali or when we'd visit him in Ohio, or even when he lived at home those 3 years after college...but those times I felt that way because I'd get yelled at by him, haha. Grant it, his temper has also changed a lot since then, but I always hated it, because I felt like he was treating me as a kid again and he doesn't need to yell at me. Of course, that was probably some "rebellious teenager" thoughts too. This time was different, I felt like a little kid because I was back to my "omgah~ my brother is so cool~" stage. I felt like the little girl looking up to my brother and wanting to follow him every where. I don't know what made it so different this...