my kid brother.

I never fully appreciated what it was like to have a brother until I grew up. I didn't capitalize on this valuable resource until I had wasted so many years, and now I hardly ever get to see him. It feels like I am missing a sizable chunk of my heart.

There are some things that a brother just makes better. Your favorite TV show, for instance, is never fully enjoyable unless you have someone to share it with, and most importantly that someone is your awesome younger, allbeit taller brother. A terrible job? Its not something you can endure alone. There has to be someone to whine to about whatever ridiculous goings-on is going on. You cannot plot evil schemes of destruction and the *awful* massacre of the evil owner alone sufficiently. A hug is always a wonderful thing, but its somehow all the more great when the person you are hugging is someone you would do anything for. Heartbreak isn't even worth going through if you don't have someone around to cheer you up, someone who will threaten to defend your honor and beat the crap out of the sucker who hurt you, and even though you consider the idea, you will eventually just decide to take a walk. And then you will be cheered up by this special someones views on house reproduction and discovery of the underground coke factory.

Now trips to WalMart seem dull in comparison, and aimless drives to nowhere warrant no satisfaction. I miss having someone to go home to talk to, and to steal awesome music from. I miss hearing about his day and everything thats going on with him.

I miss my brother. I wish he knew how amazing and talented I think he is, and that every day I am so thankful that I can say "Derek Friesen? Yeah... He's MY kid brother". Because I know everyone else is just so jealous that they cannot say the same. Maybe someday I can show him just how highly I think of him, because he is the coolest guy in the world.
I'm lucky to be his big sister.