Brothers! Can't Live With Them, Can't Live Without Them.

Why yes. This blog post shall be about my brothers. My lovely abundance of brothers. I have four brothers, (And two sisters but they are not relevant to this post... Sorry guys) one older and three younger. My older brother is 17 and my younger brothers are 12, 7, and 4. Yes quite a range I know. My youngest two brothers are half siblings. One from my Mom and my step-dad the other from my Dad and my step-mom. My other two siblings are from both of my biological parents. So yeah, that is a summary on my brothers, but why am I writing about them? Because of love them of course. And they are highly amusing. Hehehe...
So my two eldest brothers are absolutely adorable. I know, odd to be calling a 17 year old and a 12 year old adorable but it's true they are so cute. Not that my younger siblings aren't cute too, they are just cute in a different way. The way in which my elder brothers are cute is with girls. My 17 year old brother has this new girlfriend and they are sooooo cute. Well, I haven't met her and it would be really funny if either of them read this but I think they look so cute together. He obviously really likes her too. She is so much better for him than his old girlfriend. Though I don't know her they seem quite similar which is very cute. (I've said cute to many times...) Well, as for my other 12 year old brother. He is just starting his awkward adolescence stage and it is quite obvious. His voice is deeper and he takes more showers. (Thank god!) He has told me all about this girl he likes and the girls who potentially like him. It is so funny because I remember just a year ago he was telling me all about how he hates all the girls. Now he doesn't! Hahaha. It's just so cute!
Now, another reason I love my brother is that I can manipulate them quite evilly. They also help me with a lot of my problems. Though his advice is often quite crude or blunt my older brother always seems to make me feel better about my current problems I'm telling him about. And I have figured out a way to tell him a level of detail that just irks him sometimes and it is quite hilarious. It's so funny when he yells at me and tells me to stop telling him things that I save for my friends because "I'm his sister!" I love him, and he probably doesn't even know how much. (God let's hope he doesn't read this. Hahaha.)
As for my younger brothers. I love them to death as well. It has been so much fun to watch them grow up. My 7 year old brother always cried when I leave on any sort of prolonged trip. We haven't told him about India yet, he won't be able to stand it. He cries about how he doesn't want to go to college and how he doesn’t want me to go. It's so cute. This sounds like he cries a lot but he doesn't really. He's tough and plays with all the "big kids." Then my 4 year old brother. I always say he's my little buddy. When I'm older he is going to be so spoiled by me and he seems to know it. He does have a way of injuring my every time he sees me though. Probably because he is huge for a four year old, and way too smart. Hahaha.
I love them all. I don't know why I was inspired to write this but I think I need to appreciate them in some form of writing. So here it is. I wouldn't be the girl I am today without my men. Hahaha. Love you guys!
Much Love,
Abundant Felicity,
~ Jenna