Tucker...

tuck. that's the love of my life. my little 2 (and i cant forget the half) year old brother. it kills me that i miss out on so many moments in his amazing little world. although i only see him once a month, he knows exactly who i am. nobody else can really keep up with him. that... and the fact that i will give him anything that his little heart desires. i secretly sneak him candy. i love the fact that whenever i go to visit him, i never know how i will find him. sometimes, he likes to be shy, sometimes he just wants to love me and lay with me, and sometimes he is jumping around with such energy that i cant even get a hug out of him. children really are amazing. i've always known that, but having a little brother and being so old, i can really watch him grow and make mental notes about his incredible powers. children are like little magicians. they really know how to put people under thier spells. my little brother knows that he can get anyone to do anything that he wants. i love it that if they do something and it makes you laugh, they will do it again and again and again. the first real face that my brother made that had us in tears was a piggy face. we were rolling on the ground every time that he did it. still whenever we take pictures... all that he will do, is a piggy face. it's to the point where he kinda looks like quozzimodo, from the hunchback of notre dame, and people are beginning to think that my little brother is "special". i would do anything to be a kid again. i always try to imagine what it would be like to go back and live in a land of giants.