Brother bear

I remember having him yell my name from the sidelines and then quickly lose interest to play with his Tonka truck. I could easily pick him up then and perch him on my hip. He would come out on the field after the game and I would play catch with him only 3 feet away. Then, his hand nestled in mine as a crowd of my friends approached to say how adorable he was with his bowl haircut. Now, I am the one on the sideline, relishing in the excitement of high school competition. I yell "Go Gator!" as he runs around the court. I am amazed by his athletic ability and team member status of Captain. I am no longer just his big sister who used to cut his steak into bite sized pieces and read him "Good Night Moon" before bed. Now I cheer him on as an equal. He is my little brother and my big brother and my friend. I couldn't be prouder.