Let me tell you about my big brother. His name is Earl. He believes in Jesus and is a Christian. He is nine years older than me so we were never really kids at the same time. When I was a toddler he was a kid. When I was a kid he was a teenager. When I was a teenager he was an adult. So needless to say, with the age gap, we didn't exactly play well together. There were times I thought I could never hate anyone more. There were times I wished he wasn't so bossy. We argued and we fought. We used blackmail threats to ensure we kept each other's secrets (I probably have more on him than he does on me, though...just sayin'.). There were times I was sure we would hate each other forever. But now that I have caught up and we are both adults, things are different. We have conversations. We may not always be in agreement, but it doesn't end up in a full blown WWE match in the middle of the floor. Despite all the pains growing up, my brother was always there for me. He still is. He has been there for me in good times and has never once balked at helping me through the bad times. His arms are gentle enough to give the best hugs ever, his shoulders are strong enough to help carry anyone's burden, and his heart is big enough to love unconditionally. I can only pray that my brother knows just how much he means to me. I am truly blessed by God to have such an amazing big brother! I love you, Earl!
I currently live in Michigan with my husband, Donald. I have three sons and one daughter as well as four grandchildren. For as long as I can remember I have had a passion for writing. I give God all the credit for allowing me to share my writings with you.