1 year in 2 days

Well, in two days my big brother will be going to Afghanistan. It... Will be rough, I already know. It already is. Me being the one and only kid at home. A Christmas without him. Not driving around blasting music with the windows rolled down with. Not making hot chocolate with him. It's rough. I miss him already. But in the back of my mind, behind the jealous thought of me wanting my brother home, safe, with me, I remember. I remember the true meaning of these glorious holidays. It's a time of love, giving, family (those here and those not), thankfulness, etc. It's a time of celebrating the reason why I'm alive and why I'm forgiven. Praise Jesus! He's faithful and we're under his protection...