Everyone always says that the youngest sibling has it easy, and in some aspects I can’t deny it. Growing up the youngest was probably easier simply because all the responsibility and parenting experiments was put on the eldest. But it’s later in life when the youngest gets the difficult part of 'siblinghood'.

Being the youngest sister I get to see my brothers grow up and accept these amazing opportunities in life. I am so proud of each of my brothers and where they’ve gotten to but the hard part is realizing that as they take these amazing turns in life...I am left behind.

As I grasp to those "good ol’ days" when our family was together under one house, they’re off living their new lives in different states and even different countries. Our family wasn’t perfect, and we still aren’t, but we are a family and I wouldn’t think of trading them in for any other. I miss them.

Maybe someday their lives will slow down enough for me to catch up to them. Maybe someday I’ll be moving forward, instead of sitting back feeling left behind. Maybe someday I’ll have a life full of my own opportunities.

Maybe...someday.

But until then I will remain content and oh so proud of all three of my brothers and their accomplishments! :)

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