He's 9 today.

Happy Birthday to my brother. Lucas Just turned 9 today and golly, he's growing up. Our relationship is so confusing sometimes, but one thing is clear; we love each other. we'd die for each other. Now...we fight each other ALL the time. But its such an odd sort odd fighting, We'll bug each other, we'll start laughing at something dumb and then it turns into a fight. We'll literally chase each other down the halls of our home and I'll usually be the one being chased down. I'll run into the bathroom and lock myself in there and then I'll here these deafening pounds on the door. As soon as he leaves I'll run off and he'll come back and chase me again, then I'll confront him and we'll grab each others hands and sorta push each other back..... And then we start laughing. We start laughing hysterically. It is so oddly confusing to understand whether this whole thing was a game or if we were truly fighting, and sometimes I cant even tell the difference. We fight, But we love. And I cant imagine my life without my baby brother. Happy Birthday Lucas. :)