I had a great 23rd birthday yesterday. I got to kick off the day with a run, then Church at Bayside Auburn, followed by my favorite and most predictable meal of Chevy's Veggie Fajitas , while being surrounded by my favorite people. You wouldn't think it could get much better than that...but it did. My brother gave me The Omnivore's Dilemma, and In Defense of Food by Michael Pollan- two books I have been wanting to read for SO long but was too poor to buy. Yes, I am that poor. My parents also gave me a book of healthy soup recipes to fulfill my long lost desire to be the Soup Queen. ( That was for you Colin ) I see some meals of healthy homemade soup in my near future because my husband gave me a cold for my birthday. Thanks hubby. Last but not least, my parents got me a new road bike for my birthday! After being forced to stop running and stick solely to riding my bike I learned that I enjoyed cycling as well as running and thought it would be great to be able to continue both. Only problem is that I was peddling around on a 30lb. Mountain bike for 20 + miles and I couldn't help but wonder how much faster I could go on a road bike, or how much more efficient I could be. How far could I go? Riding a mountain bike is like driving around in a dump truck, and I wanted a sports car. So here she is!
So now that my birthday is over, I have quickly snapped back to the reality that not only am I sick, and it feels like I swallowed a cactus, but my brother is leaving early tomorrow morning to head back to Virginia. Whenever he comes to visit I always seem to forget that at some point he has to leave. I look forward to it for so long, and then as soon as he gets here time flies by. I hadn't seen him for a year, and I hope that I don't have to wait another year to see him again. I have not laughed this much within a 2 week span in such a long time.
Looking back, it also makes me wonder when my brother and I transitioned into where we are today. When did I stop being the annoying little sister who did everything in my power to anger him into smothering me with a pillow, locking me outside, or using his unusually tall stature to put me in high places I could not jump down from? I guess time and maturity may be responsible for where we are at today. Although whenever I slammed my face into the ground, or got hurt trying to be a boy, his brotherly love always peeked through, even if it was only for a few minutes. Maybe with all the time apart we found that we have more in common than we once believed. Or, maybe we just miss annoying the crap out of each other. Either way.. it has been a great two weeks. Love ya bro!