He is less than 3 years older than his sister, and they had the typical love-hate relationship so many brother/sister combos endure. But I never hesitated for a moment that he loved her and would do anything for her.
His brother is about 12 years younger than him. And boy has that been fun to watch. They have adored each other from day 01, in a way that I could never have dreamed half -brothers with that much age difference would.
Looking back, the oldest has always been a protector, especially when it comes to family. He is the gentle giant, willing to help others and protective of what is his. I can remember him being no more than 15 years old and he would call our house from his mon's house during a thunderstorm just to make sure we were home and ok. It's no wonder he has chosen law enforcement as his career. Being a cop is just a natural way for him to be who he is.
He is now expecting his own little boy, and of course most of the focus while he and his wife have been home has focused on the baby. But this big brother has made sure to carve out time to come and watch the 11-year old practice football, standing at the side lines for two hours and watching his every move.
His wife and I giggled as we looked from oldest to youngest, noting how they both stand the same way and constantly sway back and forth. Then we looked behind us at my husband who was standing there- swaying back and forth. Genetics is a funny thing...
Tonight's picture represents the bond of brotherhood- something that can't be broken by age gaps or living on the other side of the country. He is going to be an amazing daddy, and I'm sure this won't be the last time he stands on the sideline. Soon enough, The 11-year old will be standing next to him as they watch my grandson put a helmet on for the first time. That'll be a cool picture.
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