The Thankful Project: Day 2

Sunday, November 3, 2013


So, I'm 40 minutes late, but better late than never, right? Right. Before we get to the gratitude bit, let me just say that OH MY GOD, MATT NATHANSON AND JOSHUA RADIN ARE AMAZING. I went to a concert tonight at The Electric Factory with my friend Steve and it was one of the best concerts I've ever seen. Joshua Radin could literally read the phone book to me and I'd be overjoyed, and Matt Nathanson was hysterical and energetic and played everything I wanted to hear. It was perfection. AND, I bought a really neat print that was signed by Josh (we're on a first name basis now, obviously) and Steve and I got to go to a meet-and-greet after the show, which was really fun. As soon as Steve sends me the photo, I'll be sure to share it. :)

On to the gratitude!

Day 2: A role you've played.

This is a hard one! I wear a lot of hats, and all of the roles that I've played and continue to play are important to me. But... if I have to pick just one, I think I will go with the role of sister. Readers of my blog already know that I think my brother is essentially the coolest person on the face of the planet, and being his "big sister" is a huge honor.

I was just older than 3 when Levi came home from the hospital and I don't remember much about when he was really little, except that I was obsessed with him. As we got older, the feelings of love for him only grew. When he first started talking, he couldn't say my name, and instead called me "Anna"... but somehow turned it into three syllables that he would yell throughout the house when he was trying to find me. I can still hear his little voice, "Ah-ah-na!" Too cute.

He was always a really smart, kid, too. Originally, my mom had wanted to try and call him by his middle name, Michael, and she realllllly tried to get him to go by "Mikey" when he started school. Despite the "oddness" of his name (It was the early 90's, people weren't naming their kids Levi yet, haha), Levi seriously owned it. In fact, he told my mom, "But I'm not Mikey, I'm Wee-vi," (because he couldn't say "Levi" yet). Again, too cute.

When we were growing up, there were few things I loved more than hanging out with Levi. We made up a ton of imaginary games, often had "sleepovers" in each other's rooms (he had bunk beds, which were obviously SO COOL when we were kids), we trick-or-treated together, we read together, we watched TV together... it was awesome to live with my best friend! I'm not kidding when I say that I can count the number of times we've fought on one hand, and I'm also not kidding when I say that Levi is somehow the world's most protective younger brother ever.

As we got older, especially in high school, we joined a few of the same activities. Levi started playing the French Horn after I brought mine home, and I absolutely loved that we got to be in marching band together my senior year (his freshman year). I loved sharing one of my favorite high school experiences with him and also being part of the super cool, very exclusive (or so we told ourselves), "Mellophone Club" (No one should ever march with a French Horn... it's just a terrible idea. That's why God invented the mellophone, people.)

Anyway, I've always been pretty protective of Levi, as well. A lot of my friends had crushes on him (which isn't as odd as it sounds, haha) and I always had to make sure his girlfriends passed the "sister approval" (they did... he has excellent taste). Likewise, he screened my boyfriends, and it was super important to me that he liked Ken when things started getting serious. The fact that my brother and my husband get along so well is one of the best things ever and it makes me really happy.

Usually, I feel like I can't really teach Levi a lot because he's really smart and has a pretty good handle on life. Once in awhile, though, I get to help him out, which makes me feel good. I helped him apply to college and navigate loans and financial aid, I am the one he calls with car problems, and he always runs his relationship questions by me (although that one, I'm not quite sure about, haha). Being Levi's sister has brought me such joy, and I seriously can't imagine my life without him.

We are totally related.
Thank you, Levi, for making my life so rich. You're the best!

- A

2 comments:

  1. Awww. You two do look alike too. :) I'm a big sister too, but never had a brother. I have a lil' sister, and there's something to be said about being overprotective of them and them being the boyfriend screener. Hhaha. Great post!

    New follower from the challenge. It is a pleasure to meet you!

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    1. Hello! Thanks for stopping by! Being an older sibling is so fun, isn't it? My brother is one of my best friends in the world... I admire him so much, even though he's my "little brother". Also, he's about a foot taller than I am, so "little" probably isn't the right word, haha. Hope you enjoy the challenge posts and stick around afterwards, too! :)

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