Day 9: My siblings

I have been blessed in life to be the only girl in my family. What does that mean? Lots of guy-tection, a.k.a. lots of brothers to protect me, three brothers to be exact.

Jesse is my oldest brother. He is almost 6 years exactly older than me. His birthday is September 3, mine is the 2nd. See, almost exactly. He's such a good dad and husband. He's married to Tina and they have two kids. Josh and Chloe. Jesse has always been one to think of others before himself. He's an excellent older brother.

Josh comes next. He is 4 years older than me. Josh was always the popular one. He plays the bass very well. Because of his band, I met Ryan. Thanks Josh! Josh is the sweetest guy alive. He's a great cook. He lived in Italy for 2 years and learned how to cook the most delicious pasta. He probably gets sick of me asking for him to cook for me for birthdays and Christmas. His wife will be one lucky lady (no, he's not married... yet)!

Nathan brings up the caboose. He is 13 years younger than I am. You can do the math for how much younger than my brothers he is. He has such a fun personality and is turning into quite the handsome young man if I do say so myself. When my parents told us they were pregnant with him, I cried. I was so ticked off at them. I didn't tell one single soul my mother was pregnant because I was so embarrassed. How sad is that? Once he was born, I just loved him to death. He was the cutest baby I had ever seen. Thankfully he was cute because he was a little turd!

Fun fact: My brothers and I used to do the dance from Dirty Dancing in our living room, you know, the one at the end of the movie? Well, one of them, I think maybe Josh, went to do the flying eagle lift with me and totally dropped me on the rocking chair. Cha-ching! One of them also hit me with a rake at one point. They make fun of my crying because apparently I sound like a car changing gears. Lovely.