As I watched my brother Daniel go through the security line at the airport this morning, I was really sad. He had come home for ten days and we had had a grand old time, and I didn't want him to leave. I am the youngest in my family, the baby. One of the downers of being the baby is that you have to say goodbye to your siblings when they move on. You have to stay home while they leave. You are the one left behind, and that hurts. It is a transition for you as much as it is for them. Now you are the one constantly hanging with the parents and having jam sessions in your room alone. But you are also the one who gets the silly selfie and text saying "I am going CRAZY here!!", and the one who has long phone conversations with them where you quote song lyrics to each other. You are the one they miss, and the one they want to come visit. You are the one who prays for them. Your siblings may not realize it, but without you, they wouldn't be the person they are. I honestly hate these transitions of life, but I am grateful for the time I got to spend with Daniel these past ten days! I am glad he is going back to PA because he is going back to where Jesus has called him to be. All I can do is send silly photos and call him once every week :D I am thankful to be the little sister of my family.
So remember, little sibs are important...yep, that is the point I am trying to get across with this post :) Don't think you don't need us older people, because we are invaluable to you, especially if you want something when you come home ;)
I love you Daniel, and I miss you already!
Hugs,
Becky
