Bobby

I love my brother.
I've always been very protective over him. When we were little I would "beat up" on him all the time... but the second someone else said something bad about him or tried to push him, they had ME to answer to.
We have a strange relationship now... We're only 2 years apart. But we're treated so differently that it always seems like more. I feel like I'm a second mom to him, which I think sometimes puts a barrier in our relationship... But it's only because I feel responsible for him. I never want him to hurt, or have to go through bad situations.
Bobby may come off as a rough and tumble kid, but he is one of the funniest, most caring, compassionate, and sensitive people I've ever met. He has such a huge heart for people and animals, and his talent for music and art never ceases to amaze me.
Bobby always brought home creatures when we were younger. It was so strange. He never brought home gross things... Just animals. If it was hurt, lost, small, or alone, he wanted it. We constantly had pet caterpillars and lady bugs, and once when it rained he went around collecting all of the worms that had come out in a bucket. That was an interesting smell later on. haha.
I knew even then that if he could keep his soul and heart that gentle and compassionate that he would grow into a great man.
I have faith that my baby brother will be a great husband someday. If he treats his wife anywhere close to how well he treats our mom and I then she will be one lucky lady. He isn't perfect. He's stubborn, sometimes lazy, and he gets angry a little too easy. He can only learn by making his own mistakes. But he's such a passionate and strong guy. I'm confident that once he grows up, gets married, and has kids, that he won't make the mistakes that our dad has made. He will be a great father :) Sometimes I worry about him. He's such an impressionable person and he often makes decisions without thinking about the consequences... But with the right mentors and guidance I really think he will make such a difference.
No one can make me laugh like he can. He cares when I'm hurting. He comes to my shows, even though he doesn't care about theater at all. He will always tell me if an outfit looks bad. He's the only person in my family that I'm comfortable singing in front of. I love to watch TV with him. I love that he will get me something to drink if I ask him. He listens to my stories. He will always come rid my room of spiders, even if it's 3 am and he's sleeping. He re organizes his room when he's bored. He loves our cat, even though it is a super mean cat. He thinks babies are cute. He tells our mom he loves her. He works out too much. He sings when he thinks we can't hear him. He eats more cereal then anyone should.
Sometimes I am not the best sister to him that I could be. I say no when he wants to show me a new song and I'm busy, and I don't drive him places sometimes, but I can't bear the thought of a life without him. He is my rock. My main guy. We fight daily, but I hug him even though he doesn't want to be hugged. I trust him with my life and with my secrets.

I will always love him, no matter what choices he makes, because I know his heart.
I want only the best for him.