But I was thinking about it and I came up with a few thoughts on the subject of brothers. I would love to hear your's as well. J
If I didn’t have brothers I wouldn’t have picked up a children’s book after I outgrew them.
I would always have perfectly calm, peaceful days.
I would have a pretty boring Christmas, there’s nothing like seeing them open the gifts you give them.
I wouldn’t have a Levi to shower over the top affectionate compliments.
I wouldn’t have a Titus to jump onto my lap and leave me black and blue after he hugs me. That boy is HARD!
I wouldn’t have a Gabe to watch “I Love Lucy” with.
I would be really selfish. Not that I’m selfless by any stretch. Sometimes I’m ashamed at how selfish I can be towards them. It’s a thing I’m always working on; it’s a small hard thing that takes daily diligence to conquer. Sometimes I win, and other times I loose.
I wouldn’t know how much boys can eat!
I wouldn’t know how a little boy’s brain works.
If I didn’t have brothers I wouldn’t know that a dog is vital to a boy’s existence.
I wouldn’t know how great they think gross things are.
I would have a perfectly clean bathroom.
I wouldn’t know every Veggie Tales song by heart.
I wouldn’t have a puppy that I really like more than I ever thought I would.
I wouldn’t have a little brother to sing to at night when he won’t go to bed.
I wouldn’t be able to listen to Levi sing at the top of his lungs.
I wouldn’t have any brothers to tease.
I wouldn’t have any brothers tease me.
I wouldn’t have any need for inner dignity…because my outward is nonexistent at times.
I wouldn’t feel like I needed to pull my hair out.
I wouldn’t have them to laugh with.
We would have peaceful meal times and quiet Bible studies.
I wouldn’t be able to tell you all about Davy Crockett and Daniel Boone.
I wouldn’t be interrupted in the middle of a conversation.
My brothers are weird, energetic, fun, kind, funny, and interesting.
Without them my life would be peaceful, normal, and boring….very boring.