When I was a child, tired of being the youngest, I was gifted with a younger sibling.
I wanted a younger sister badly. It was sort of a ‘battle of the sexes’ with my elder brother. At the end of the day, I lost, as that small baby turns out to be my baby brother.
Years later, when I was given more sense, I understood His plan.
Had my younger sibling be a girl, we’ll probably never get along with my rambunctious behaviour and low tolerance of ‘soggy girly behavior’. Haha.
You made me rush home from school everyday cause I really wanted to play with you. Then you crawled. Everything about you is adorable. Your crawl. You running before you walked.
Then came the ‘tantrum three’. My gawdddd…. You were the most spiteful person in the entire world household.
Despite my age, I was fiercer than a discipline headmistress (you made me react that way cause you were so so naughty, oh I was too alright), I ‘fixed’ you every now and then. When I was nice (being my usual self, heh), you were extra scared cause I looked like a different person.
But I think that made our rapport stronger, bahahaha.
Years passed by and I still think you still looked at your best when you were 3-5 years old.
Then, I was so proud to introduce you as my little brother cause you were so so cute and handsome.
Now? Errrr… *cricket*cricket *
Your growth spurt is like you’re on steroids. Don’t worry. I know you’re not. Everywhere I go with you, people tell me you’re handsome. I genuinely think otherwise. Bahahaha. Kidding. Maybe cause I’ve seen you too often la. But I’m still proud of you and always envy your brain.
You’ve grown so big. In fact, you’re the biggest amongst us (your siblings). That’s one of the many things I like about you, cause I can wear my heels and walk beside a tall guy – you – (sorry abang).
Your heart is bigger than your built and I can never unsee that.
I worry for you for so many reasons. I’m sorry for you for so many reasons.
But as long as I’m treading under the same sky as you, I’ll never let anyone bully you. I’ll bully your bully even if you’ll stop me *rolls sleeve*.
Know that we love you and He has our back.
They say boys mature later than girls. So I’ll let the public see this first. When I know you’re ready, I’ll give you the link to this page.
Till then, this is the longest birthday post I’ve ever written and you better feel lucky you’re the first.
You used too fit in my arms so snugly. Now your feet juts out of a king size bed. Sigh…
Still, giant baby, Happy 2015 birthday! 😘😍🎊🎈🎉🎁🎂🎂🎂🍰🍰🍰🍰
You only have few months of peace till I’m home. Savour that few last moments young man!