Who's the beast? My "little" brother, that's who. Wildebeest, to be precise. OK, so that's a family nickname. But he has been Wildebeest for so long, my younger sisters have shortened it to Beast, long before the term became hip.
The Beast is 19 today.
I love him. I was 16 when he was born. He has been sort of a pet to me most of his life. I know a lot about raising kids because I was there when my mom was raising him.
I am grateful for my youngest brother. I am grateful for my whole family. I am grateful for the chance to stop and think about each one on their day, and remember why I like them as much as I do.
What are you blessed with today?
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