This is another case where I'm not in contact enough with the people who mean the most to me. And while I'll be seeing my parents and sister at Thanksgiving, I won't be seeing my brothers at any time in the holiday season, so I guess I'm feeling a little sentimental.
Kelly is an awesome big-little sister. She always comments on pictures of us Jensens, "Why am I so short?" But even though I surpassed her in height when I was 12, she's always been someone I could look up to. When I was little, I just wanted to be her; that's how cool she was to me. And she still is. She's lived her life in a way that I completely admire, and I hope that as I continue my life, I can remember her example.
Craig is the brother I always thought of as the "protective" one. Of course, that also translates into being the brother who would most readily tease me about boys, but as I got older, that teasing seemed to have a more caring element behind it. (hope it wasn't just my imagination.) Craig was pretty good about giving me rides and not acting like I was a nuisance because of them. To this day, I still remember going with him to the elementary school soccer field so he could give me pointers on my game, which naturally made me think I was so awesome.
Tom was my "playmate" growing up. I use the quotation marks, because I'm sure there were times he probably wanted to pummel me and I would use my girly tears to get him in trouble. But there were also times we would "wrestle" our pillows on the trampoline, write stories together, choreograph dance moves to the Beach Boys, and even put on plays with our stuffed animals when the house was empty. (dress-up, too.) I could always count on Tom's creativity and crazy antics to make every childhood activity fifty times better.
Oh, yeah. They're a bunch of hams, too. (see video for proof.)
"If you cannot get rid of the family skeleton, you may as well make it dance." -George Bernard Shaw