yesterday my broski, luke, turned 15. wow does time fly... & do things change. i can still remember my parents bringing luke home from the hospital, so chubby you could barely make out where his head & body separated-- no neck on this boy! we all believed he would become the greatest football player of all time.
luke is five years younger than me which [until now] seems like a wide range. he has played the role of annoying little brother perfectly, calling me names, chasing me around the house, & pacing back & forth in my room touching/picking up everything in sight. naturally, as a neat freak, i... well, freaked.
over the last few years, luke has grown so much & is becoming an incredible person i can only dream to be like. in many ways i look up to him. he is far more mature than any 15 year old i've ever met, continually striving after God's own heart. he's not afraid to call me out on music i shouldn't be listening to or when i'm talking rudely about other people. he doesn't judge others but accepts them as they are yet still remains grounded in what he believes. he refuses to acknowledge all the girls who hit on him & has the most humble, meek personality because of it. he's always down for a game of tennis & tolerates my motherly antics & embarrassing [when in public] hugs.
luke is such a special kid, definitely a rare find. i don't think there's anyone who's met luke & doesn't like him. he is quiet but friendly. there's not a negative bone in his body. he can sometimes be timid, but loves life & sees every day as a blessing. my brother is definitely one of the people i most admire... someday, i hope to be even half as great as he is.
|happy 15th birthday, lukester baby boy... i love you.|