Baby Brother

Over the weekend my brother came to visit. After some much needed face time with the puppy, not to be confused with FaceTime (which obviously had already occurred on several occasions), my beloved little brother immediately made himself at home. He took a seat on the couch and turned on my favorite thing to watch on television- basketball. I really hope you pick up on my bitter sarcasm, because although I love a good Charger game and the World Cup, I HATE watching sports on TV. He knows this quite well as does Erik who has been reduced to weekend sports on the tube since saying "I do." But what are little brothers for? I am glad I brought that up because instead of writing out a sappy short essay about my love for this guy I am going to follow my usual MJB protocol and list them for you.

My baby brother....
-taught me how to throw a curve ball
-supports me without stipulations
-made sure I knew how to protect myself by volunteering to be my wrestling partner for the first 14 years of my life
-educated me on the subject of all American sports so that I would be well equipped when I entered the dating world
-taught me how to nurture another, and what it means to care about someone more than yourself
-makes me laugh like no other
-is the most successfully competitive individual I have ever met, without meaning to sound ridiculous... Jesse is a winner
-shares my love for dirty rap songs, because who cares about lyrics when the beat is soooo good
-knows how to boost my confidence with subtle compliments like, "Michaela, I don't mean this in a bad way but have you lost weight?" Love that kid
-is my favorite dance partner
-is not over protective, but always on my side
-is more than my best friend, he is my person

I love you J-Man!