Love List #8

Siblings. I love my siblings. I have an older sister and a younger brother and I remember as I was growing up I was always so impressed with both of them. I looked up to both of them and I still do.

I always thought my sister had the most gorgeous hair, dark, long and curly. I knew she was smarter than me by far. I'm completely lost without spell check and a dictionary, completely dependent upon the little red lines that show up under my misspelled words (do you want to guess how many words I misspelled in this sentence before I finished typing it?). My sister and my mom are also grammar/punctuation fiends, where I on the other hand, am not. I once had a high school English teacher tell me that if I didn't understand the stuff by 10th grade it wasn't my fault and I have lived by that ever since. My sister is now a nurse and I can't even imagine learning everything that she had to learn to be where she is now. I took the weed-out biology class at USU and was weeded out more quickly than your average weed.

My brother. I always wanted more of his attention because I thought, and still do, that he is the coolest person I know. Unfortunately, he's one of those people that just don't talk much. It isn't easy for me to get him to have a conversation with me, but I remember that not long after Megan was born he called me on the phone to talk about a movie he saw that he thought I would like. We talked for over ten minutes and when Nathan got home from work hours later, I was still giddy that my brother had called to talk to me. My brother is awesome at sports (baseball and basketball being the ones he played most) and once threw a no-hitter game. And even though my minor was English and I love to read, he has read books I'm still too scared or lazy to look at. As kids I remember I always wanted to play with him. So we would sit in the hallway outside our bedroom door and play He-Man and She-Ra. As we got older I still wanted to play with him and would invite him to do stuff with me, but usually got turned down.

Both my siblings have had people spit on them (figuratively) and they've both risen above it to prove those idiots wrong. They both are incredibly hard workers in everything they do. And they hate feeling like there's nothing for them to be doing or working on, or improving. I've never really been excited about the actual practice of working. (I love the idea of working, it's just putting the idea into practice that I have realized isn't for me.)

I wish I could be with them more often. It's hard being so far away from them and only seeing them every other Christmas and a couple days in the summer.

So today I dedicated the hearts to my siblings, Laurie and Daniel.