There have been numerous times in my life when I've wished I could have been an only child. I've not always gotten along swimmingly with my younger brother. Today, however, was definitely not one of those times. Today, I cherished the fact that God blessed me with a little brother (even if he is a foot taller than me).
Despite whatever hold ups or ill feelings I may experience with him, and despite whatever differences of opinion we may have, I know he's there for me. I know he cares about me, and I know he wants to help me. I can rely upon him. Truth be told, he's probably my best friend.
We did everything together when we were younger, fought like cats and dogs half the time despite that, and that's never really changed as we've gotten older. The only difference is that we've learned to lean on each other more when facing difficult times, and we've learned to forgive each other more for the wrongs we've done to each other. We've learned to be brothers through and through.
I hope my brother knows how much I care about him. I know I've not always been the best brother I could have been--and there's no excuse for that--but I do love him. And I am glad God gave me a little brother. I've been blessed abundantly by having him in my life.