I always wanted a big brother. I love my two sisters very much but there was something about a big brother that I longed for.
When I was twenty-one my first brother came from Africa. He was three years old and was ring bearer at our wedding four months later.
Then the second came when I was pregnant with our second daughter. He was six.
They are now seventeen and sixteen and heading into their senior year in high school.
I love them as if we share blood.
And I make them smile when I call them my "big" little brothers. I really love that.