{Family} Tyler

This post should be interesting. Tyler (IF you didn't already know, he's my only older sibling) and I have an interesting relationship. He's my best friend and my worst enemy in the same day. 

Tyler is my best friend because (aside from my parents) he is the person I have known the longest. Regardless of how much you dislike someone, knowing them since birth and seeing them every day, makes your relationship with them special. I love (most things) about Tyler's personality. He loves to serve by working. HARD working.  Helping people move, or doing work on their house, their trucks, or trailers, or combines, or tractors, or balers, or corn-pickers.... yeah. :) Tyler doesn't verbally show that he is passionate about things, he shows by how hard and long he works at them. I am always shocked at the joy he finds in equipment, and motion. That is so not me.
Another thing I love about Tyler is he KNOWS what I am thinking. He can look at my face and KNOW what quote, story, joke, or thought process I am going through. It's scary and funny at the same time. Also handy. Like in church, I don't have to whisper whatever was sparked in my memory, he usually knows.

Tyler is my worst enemy because (aside from my parents)  he is the person I have known the longest. [It's good to be able to argue both sides of an argument, right?] When you know someone that well, and they know you, it gets one-hundred times easier to push their buttons. Which he can do perfectly. I actually think he's working on writing a book called Big Brother's Unite to Drive Little Sisters Crazy. I keep thinking he's going to grow out of making me scream by jumping out in front of me. It's a nice thought, but it hasn't happened yet. I can't say I'm innocent. *evil giggle* When he kept complaining about how I never put the right socks in his pile, I drew red hearts on the top of his socks to "remember which ones where his". :)


Anyhow, worst enemy or best friend doesn't change the fact that Tyler is graduating this year. He's played his last game of high school football, he's gotten his senior pictures taken, he owns a truck (oh wait, he's owned that since he was 13), and he can officially only bake when it's brownies from a box (everything you need to move out of the house.). And he has plans to move to Nebraska and be gone for the better part of the year. That's great, he's planning on doing what he has always loved (insert here: equipment, farming, working) but what am I supposed to DO without my redneck, annoying, big brother? I'm not sure yet. I'll keep you posted. :)