I grew up with a great big brother.  We fought like typical siblings.  We had wrestling matches.  We called them B.B.R.F.s – Big Bad Restling Fights and when my parents banned them my brother would say “well they didn’t say anything about an “After Dinner Big Bad Restling Fight!” and it would start again.   I hate to admit, though, that my brother was bigger and stronger while I was scrappier and determined I just couldn’t overcome the 4 year age and size difference.  I often opted for the fake crying and would stick my tongue out at him while I was being comforted by my mother and he was being sent up the stairs for hurting his little sis.  Sorry about that, bro.
While we had our fights, we truly were friends (and still are!) and loved each other.
I see so much love between Erin and her brothers.  Yes, they fight like my brother and I did but there is also deep love.  When I dropped the boys off at school on Tuesday, Erin was a wreck.  She was tantruming and throwing toys and I finally pulled her close to me and asked when the issue was.  She said she wanted her boys back.  I told her they would be home soon, but I also missed them a ton when they were at school.
When we picked them up and we were driving home, she reached over and grabbed Levi’s hand.  Sweetest thing ever.  Erin is one lucky girl, she has three big brothers who love her so much.  I know they will always have her back.