On February 25 it was so wonderful to be able to call my brother and wish him happy birthday without having to make an international call. This time he was just one state over. And for the first time in years I got to hear about how his day went without it sounding as if we were using 2 Campbell Soup cans held to our ears with a string attached. As most know, Brian and family have lived on the Northern side of the rain forest in Brazil since 2001-02. They're now in Georgia.
Within only minutes we were already laughing out loud at the other one's comments when talking about how Brian's day had went (which sounded wonderful by the way - Emma Brown gave him an all day feast fit for a King).
This instantaneous urge to laugh whilst conversing with each other is how it's been with us for as long as I can remember.
When speaking to each other in person even the
smallest twitch of expression, smile or tone in our voice can send the other into hysterical laughter. It's almost like a secret language that I believe most siblings have with one another and our language is definitely spoken through humor.
I can only imagine how silly we must look from someone on the outside looking in. Which can really be misleading due to the fact that Brian and I both tend to be very serious people on a normal basis... just not when we're around each other. Sometimes I think even our parents don't know what to make of it.
However, aside from sharing the same sense of humor, Brian and I not only look as different as night and day, our personalities are as different as night and day.
He's basically everything I'm not. He's always been an agreeable, quite, kind, passive....just an all around
GOOD SOUL. Growing up I don't recall him getting into one argument with anyone. I'm sure it happened... I mean kids will be kids you know... but I can't remember even one.
Except for me of course! He doted on me at first. Then I learned to talk and it all went downhill from there.
If I didn't have this picture as proof, I probably wouldn't believe that myself.
As I got older and was no longer this quite, sweet baby I believe I took on the role as his part-time nemesis. I say part-time, because one minute we'd be laughing and cutting up then 5 minutes later declaring all out war on each other. My mother, basically, told me that I was an expert when it came to pushing Brian's buttons. I knew which button to push at what time to get the reaction I was counting on. Sadly, mom's pretty accurate. I remember tearing his Star Wars Millennium Falcon apart with great pleasure among other toys of his.
I probably had just eaten all his Easter candy too
But if you ask me, that's just a sister's way of showing love.
Brian got plenty of chances to act out his revenge. I remember one time he had me convinced I was adopted. I'm full of stories of the horrible stuff we did to each other as siblings. Now of course they make me laugh. However, in my opinion, it's nothing out of the ordinary. Considering our age difference and that we were brother and sister instead of brothers or sisters. I'm sure there were many times when Brian wished I was a little brother instead of sister. And I can't tell you how many times I wished I'd had an older sister to hang out with. If only to show me cool things like putting on make-up or how to dress...
obviously Brian was no help in that department.
But I can promise you I've thought often since, about how thankful I am to have had an older brother and more importantly having Brian as a brother. Because actually I idolized my brother so much you'd have thought
he'd hung the moon. A guy we grew up with (that was my age) said he
always thought my brother "was as cool as the other side of the
pillow." My brother could have been the biggest nerd and I still would
have "tried" to follow him around everywhere. He couldn't get rid of
me.
Want to know how cool the other side of the pillow was? The galactic star fighter (or whatever that is) helmet says it all...
When Brian was in college he became a Christian. Not long after, if I'm not mistaken, he went to each and everyone of his friends' house, sat them down and told them about Christ. Everyone should do that, but I can tell you that most of us don't. It takes a lot of humility, selflessness, and most of all LOVE to sit someone down and give them the message of salvation especially when you know that person will probably scoff at you.
My brother and his faith has been a huge blessing to my life. If not for him, I probably wouldn't be a Christian myself. He never stopped being a witness. Though I was raised in church all my life by faithful parents, it took my brother to get the message through to me. I will always be thankful for that.
In August 2000 Brian married his wife, Emma Brown Davis, in their family church at Dom Elisau, Brazil in the most natural, unique, just all around beautiful ceremony I've ever witnessed. Probably the longest ceremony I've ever witnessed too. ;o)
Since, our family has grown tremendously with the arrival of their 5 beautiful children:
Natalie Ellen b. May, 2002;
Owen b. May 2004;
Claire b. January 2006;
Isaac b. February 2008; and
Caleb b. November 2009. Each one such a tremendous blessing.
It's amazing to watch my brother with his children. It comes to no surprise that they adore him and just like my father, he's an excellent teacher.
Brian, I wouldn't trade you for 5 of the coolest big sisters in the world. Being your little sister has truly been an adventure. You are such an awesome brother...make sure you keep up the good work! ;o)
Just for fun. I always tell everyone that I can see just about everyone in our family - both sides - in Dax from time to time. Even my brother. Though this picture doesn't do the resemblance (because Dax isn't blowing) justice I thought I'd add it anyways. And of course I'm only talking about their "jows" spelling please? I'm guessing you all know what I'm referring to, I just don't know how to spell it?
Dax has jows (sp) not jaws... or is it? like his uncle.
