When I was seven years old, my mom had another baby. His name is Josh. I cried when he was born because I had wanted a little sister. Through my tears, I told the doctor to take him back. As I gained more wisdom through the years I realized that I should be thankful for another boy. Having only brothers made me stronger and more aggressive/assertive than most girls. I also have two boys that would fiercely protect me and have many times throughout my life. I love Matty and Joshy more than words would ever be able to express. In retrospect I see clearly the hand of the Lord placing those two boys in my life and in our family.
My brother Josh and I hadn’t always gotten along as good as we should, but since leaving home for college I realized how much I love that kid. When I was struggling with college my freshmen year, Josh brought me a pack of Almond Joy candy bars with a note attached saying: To: Jessica Be Happy From: Josh. That small gesture meant so much to me.
At the end of May 2007, I began the grueling drive to the Bay Area. We left after a baseball game of Josh’s. When I had to say goodbye to my boys I started to cry like a baby. I never am quite able express fully the love I have for Matt and Josh. They are more than my brothers, they are my friends, my protectors, my heroes, and they are where I feel most like myself. Matty and Joshy know my strengths and my weaknesses, they know I’m odd so there is no need to try to impress. I sometimes wonder if they miss me as much as I miss them. If they read this their answer better be something like “Jess, we miss you more than words and actions can express” (Hint, Hint).
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“Jess, we miss you more than words and actions can express” (Hint, Hint).
That was sweet.
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