Meet my brothers!
Word on the street is that today is National Sibling Day. I’m sure you know that because of Instagram, by the way, did any of these Holidays exist before social media. I swear every other day it’s national something day… In honor of this ever so glorious day I’m going to introduce to my 2 brothers by telling you my favorite story of each of them which will properly describe their personalities. My brothers and I are really close both in age and in friendship. We are 3 peas in a pod. Brennon is only 16 months older than me and Christiaan is 22 months younger than I am.
Let’s start with Brennon, this sly devil. Brennon and I were only separated by 1 grade in school, so we have always shared friends. We even went in the same prom group his senior year, if only I had that photo. I have a thousand memories with Brennon and they just keep growing. My favorite memory is when I was 14 and Brennon was 15. I believe at the time Brennon had his learners permit and my parents were out with friends for the afternoon. I, for whatever reason, was super pissed off, I was an angry pre-teen. My parents had this really old beat up Eagle Vista, it was maroon and looked like a hatchback from the 80’s, her named was Red Ruby. At the time I had no idea how to drive, but I was ruled by my rage. I sat down in the car, turned the key and through the car into N, having no idea what that meant. I felt the car move and for a minute I felt free and like I won my pre-teen rebellion! The car rolled and kept rolling. There was an empty lot next door, thankfully and my house was perched on a slight hill. The car had enough momentum that I rolled pretty quickly, back I went! I rolled the car right over the curb and it didn’t stop. I made it about 20 feet into this empty lot until I hit a small ditch. The car didn’t just stop, it jerked stop. I immediately started crying, because now I wasn’t going to be the cool runaway that stole my parents 1980’s hatchback, I was going to be the idiot-child that broke the car. I ran back inside and found Brennon. Brennon is smart, he just knows how to solve everything. I grabbed him and pulled him out to the front porch where we could see old Red Ruby stuck in the empty lot. I was wiping away my tears and snot with my sleeve as Brennon rushed next door. He propped the back tire onto a rock, so he could drive out of the ditch. Then he came to my rescue and drove the car safely back in the drive way. He swore to me he’d never tell my mom and dad. I’m still not sure they know about it. That’s Brennon’s style, he is incredibly smart and always there to help me out of messes.
Next up, the trouble maker. My little brother, Christiaan, has always been the trouble maker child. Somehow he is so charming that he always gets out of trouble. My mom used to randomly scream his name all the time, like when she was doing laundry. I think she was so used to him getting in trouble, that when the house was quiet, she knew he was up to no good or just not home at all. Either way a gnarly scream helps. Christiaan is the sweetest guy you’ll ever meet, he’s a hopeless romantic and incredibly intuitive, but he also has this “stick it to the man attitude” I’m pretty sure he’s not scared of anything. About 2 years ago, it was 2am and my phone rang. I was sleeping and didn’t recognize the number, so I ignored it. It rang again so I picked up and there was an automated message, which I didn’t listen to. I hung up again. Then across the bedroom, Jared’s phone rang. He didn’t answer. This happened a few more times, so we both shut our phones off. The next day I wake up and go to work, all seemed normal until I got a text from my dad, “Christiaan is in jail.” I probably wrote back something with profanity in it, and asked my boss if I could leave, because apparently my little brother murdered somebody, of course, I jumped to the worst conclusion possible. I wasn’t able to leave, so I waited and waited for more news. All day long I was getting vague texts from my family. No one seemed to know what was going on. It wasn’t until almost 4pm when Christiaan finally was released and we heard the real story. At about 2am, Christiaan decided it was necessary that he went to the gas station to get some treats. He was riding a little motorized scooter and it wasn’t registered. The gas station is only 2 or 3 miles away, so he went anyway. A cop pulled him over and he had a warrant out for his arrest due to unpaid speeding tickets (been there!), the cop handcuffed him, impounded the scooter and hauled him off to jail. He tried to call all of us, so that we could come rescue him, but not one of answered our phones. Which meant he spent all night and most of the day in the holding cell. Luckily, my uncle works for the jail doing some programming and pulled a report of bookings and just happened to search for “Loveless” and up popped my little baby brother, the jailbird.
Hopefully all of you call/text/email/beep your siblings today and send a little emoji heart.
How many siblings do you have?
