I’m so glad I’ve grown up with brothers.
Girls without brothers, you don’t know what you’re missing. See, I’ve figured out there’s only one thing boys possess that girls can’t: testosterone. :P
It’s what makes the world go round...and round...and round...and then round some more. Like a merry-go-round on rocket power! :P
My brothers are polar opposites of each other in almost everything. One is a run-way model, the other belongs on the cover of Sports Illustrated. One likes directing films, the other likes starring in them! One is quiet and reserved; the other is loud and passionate! One is a long-distance runner, the other is a football player/sniper! One is a fireman, the other’s a cop. One plays guitar, the other plays drums. One show his sister affection by complementing her hair, the other shows affection by pulling it! lol
I love these guys to death! They’re the reason, I’m tough. They’re the reason I’m girly. They’re the ones who will open doors for me one minute and be arm-wrestling me the next; the guys who are my constant bodyguards, personal entertainers, and—I would say cheerleaders, but that doesn’t provoke a very nice image, does it? :P
We fight with and for one another. We discuss deep issues and then behave like immature teenagers. They tell me how guys think; I show them how to straighten hair, and what NOT to say to their future girlfriends! They show me how to fire a gun; I school them on Jane Austen. They tell me their dreams, and I tell them mine. And as they get older, I realize I no longer have two younger brothers to keep in order—though both are now taller than me. I have two great friends.
Thanks Joe and Nick for being the awesome guys you are! And I don’t care what anyone says, you’re both WAY cuter than the Jonas brothers!