My brother, my hero

This is my older brother who has spent the last year in Iraq. He truly is my hero! As we were growing up, he was the one that I shadowed everywhere. He's three years older than me and I always thought he was the coolest. Unfortunately, he didn't feel the same towards me, you know, younger pesky sister. Anyway, after he came home from his mission, we developed the friendship that I always wanted to have with him. I actually introduced him to his beautiful wife! Well, when he was in college he made the decision to join the reserves. I remember the panic I felt thinking that some day he might have to fight for our country. It was a dream he had kept ever since he was young and he joined the ranks with gusto. As we both became more involved in our own families, our relationship changed and although we don't have that same comradery that we used to have, he will always hold a special place in my heart.

Well, a year ago my fears came true and he was called up. I can't begin to explain the emotions I went through. From fear and distress to pride. I'm so proud of who my brother is and the sacrifice he and his family made to support our country. We got word this week that he would be finally coming home! In fact, he's literally on his way at this moment. I can't wait to drive down to the airport with signs in hand to welcome our soldier home.