Can’t believe that this very Friday, my little brother is visiting me in Busan!
To celebrate this momentous occasion, this blog post is dedicated to my brother. On the off chance he actually reads this, I’m only going to say nice things.
Just kidding. (Not kidding.)
What can I say about my brother?
Well, first of all, he is one of the smartest people I know. He would always beat me in those strategic games growing up. (Like Abalone and Go. I never even attempted to play chess with him. That just never seemed like a fun prospect.)
He’s also amazing at spacial visualization and math in general. I always liked math growing up––thoroughly enjoyed Algebra and Calculus in particular––but he is on a whole other level. Getting into a philosophical debate with him is a great way to stretch your brain muscles.
My brother is also a kid magnet. Kids love him. If I had kids and we lived closer, I’d totally ask him to come over and babysit all the time. (So maybe he’s glad that that’s not the case..)
My brother also happens to be pretty physically fit. (He recently became a cross-fitter, but he was always athletic.) Whenever I used to proudly show off my biceps growing up, proudly demanding, “Look at my muscles!” rather than affirming me, he would counter with, “Look at my muscles,” and his biceps would bulge as if there were baseballs in them.
Hey bro, it was never a competition. I’m a girl and you’re a guy…
He also happens to be a talented musician. (One of the most awesome things we have in common.) Growing up, we each had our own instrument: I had piano and he had guitar.
I could complain that I got the short end of the stick, just because lugging a piano around is much harder than carrying a guitar. But at least I didn’t have to grow out the fingernails of one hand freakishly long to pick classical guitar pieces in high school…Think he just uses a guitar pick like normal people now.
Oh and he was an incredibly cute kid. (Even though I was only two-and-a-half years older than him, I remember mourning the loss of his chubby cheeks when he lost his baby fat.)
But I think my favorite thing about my brother is that he looks so much like me, or rather that we look so much alike. I don’t know why, I guess because it shows we go together. No matter what happens or how many miles may separate us, we will always be brother and sister.
Love you, Stephen! Can’t wait to see you! (And I will always keep on telling you I love you, no matter how old we get or who else is around!)