My mom likes to remind my brother, especially when we were growing up and happened to be fighting about something, that he wanted me before I was even born. As the family story goes, he asked repeatedly for a little sister, and he was one of the first people I reached out for when I finally came. When we went home that night he fed me my first solid meal.
Like any older brother, there were times he probably lived to regret wanting a little sister. I’m sure I could be a nuisance, the way I followed him around and was always in his business. Yet he took his responsibilities as an older brother very seriously. He helped teach me to ride a bike and speak up for myself. He let me sleep in his bed when I thought there was a ghost underneath mine and helped me learn the value of money with his discipline in saving.
Oh, there were times when we would fight and swore we hated each other. We are both stubborn and some of our fights ended in tears or stomping feet or a broken front door (sorry, Mom). But through it all, he has been one of my fiercest advocates and most loyal supporters, and his judgment and opinion matter very much to me. So I was very honored when he and Sarah thought enough of my photography skills to take some engagement pictures. Here are some of my favorites...
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