Once upon a time, I prayed and asked God how I could juggle pregnancy and a 6-month old baby. He answered me by sending you.
I would sit in my rocking chair, holding my little baby, a bowl within reach, and rock and rock–seeking some relief from the constant nausea. You would feed and diaper the Queen, clean the dishes, and wash the laundry.
When I was feeling blue from the constant sickness, you’d put on my favorite movies. I smiled when I saw how much you enjoyed Sense and Sensibility. You fell in love with Elinor Dashwood and cheered on her romance with Mr. Edward Ferrars.
Those mornings when I cried because of the constant vomiting, you would send me off to bed with a promise that you would take care of the Queen.
You and Mr. B got along swimmingly. You kept his mind away from his crazy, sick wife and helped him relax. You watched the Queen so he could take me somewhere to eat. The companionship of another male was exactly what Mr. B needed to handle a very tough semester.
I can’t forget how you helped me see the humor in my sickness–laughing over my new “diet,” and reminding me that it was worth it.
The time came for you to leave. I’m sure feelings had been hurt, as they are apt to be in a small space with three adults, but you have remained a favorite of the Queens and an excellent friend to Mr. B.
And now you are turning 19. You will be leaving for your mission to Peru soonly. I will miss you.
It is strange to think of you, my 6 foot brother, as my little brother. But you are and will always remain so.
Happy Birthday little (big) brother!
If you have time, will you leave some birthday wishes to my sweet brother? He will be reading them!