In the Navy...

One of the toughest parts about being an older sibling is fighting the urge to act like your sibling's parent. My little brother has been in somewhat of a funk for the last two years, trying to figure out what he wants to do with his life. It's been really hard for me not to pressure him during this time, to just be supportive and listen and try to understand. I look at where I was at 22 and where he is, and we're just worlds apart, but we're also such different people. If we didn't know better, we both find it surprising, besides our shared love of Comedy Central, YouTube and just general sense of humor, that we're related at all. Even though we get along great, apart from the knock-down, drag-out, sometimes chase me with a knife, sometimes slap him right across the face, fights we had from roughly 1990-1997.

So that's why I'm just so incredibly proud of him - after nearly 8 months of training, hoping and praying, he finally got into the United States Navy!!!! I'm so excited that not only has he found something he will love, but something he wants, something he worked for and something he acheived. God knows that he's been searching for that, and as a sister, I've been praying that he succeeded! If you have his email address, send him a note, I know he doesn't always realize how many people out there really care about him and love him and want him to succeed. He's got such a me against the world mentality...little Louie's in the navy! I can hardly take it!!!!!!!!