My brother’s name is Haydn, a title which is actually pronounced as if it were spelled H-A-Y-D-E-N. Despite being two years younger than me (14), he can lift me about a foot off of the ground, which is sort of cool unless we are wrestling. During situations like that he can pin me down and I will not be able to get up until he gets bored. 😂 😂
I love that Haydn is not afraid to love his sisters, even when we’re in public and one or both us girls hook one of our arms around his. However, I find it annoying that he can learn anything I have, not only 10x quicker but be way more successful at it, too. Also, if Haydn can’t fix the broken object you put in his hands, you know you’re in trouble. Of course, he is too kind to rub his undeniable talents in my face and I silently collect the newest opportunity to remind myself that the good Lord gifts us all differently. 😂 😂 To read more posts about Haydn, click here.