A week ago my little Baby Brother left. Look how precious cute he was when he was little.
He was precious. He still is. But he is a big boy now – not my little baby brother whose crib I would call in. He’s not the little guy who I shared my bottles and snacks with. He’s not “Baby Turbo” anymore or the kid who loved to watch Barney and Power Rangers. He is grown adult who must, and has made big boy decisions.
So a week ago he left. He is gone looking for something he doesn’t even know he’s searching for. He is gone wearing tie after tie following rule after rule. And I miss him. I miss the option of telling him something funny. I miss the fact that when we sit down to pray at the Christmas meal there will be no comedy sketches or SNL re-enactments.
I love him just as much as I did when he was a cute little 4 year. But that love looks a lot different now.
1 Corinthians 13:13
And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest ofthese is love.