Brotherly love

I just got a call from my brother Joe. He has just finished up the physical aspect of selections...now he just waits to hear if he made special forces or not. Not even half the people that started this a month ago completed it. I can't even begin to tell you how proud I am of him. As he put it, "it was the worst time of my life, but fun. Well, not really fun, but I can say I finished it. I have never been in so much pain in my life." And it totally makes me happy that he called me before he even called his mother. I love that.
It totally made my day to hear from him. I can't wait til after work when I can call him again and talk for hours like we normally do. There is so much to catch up on, yet nothing seems quite as important when it comes to him. My troubles seem petty. My worries, managable. If the military has affected me at all, it has been in this way. I don't want to waste my precious time talking to him about stupid junk that won't matter a week from now. Although, I know he would listen to whatever was bothering me...he has always been good that way. Been my one brother I could cry to, get hugs from, just completely break down in front of. I am so excited for him to come home for the few days he gets to. I am just happy he made it through; he called me the night before it started and talked for about 2 hours about how nervous he was. Excited, but nervous. I know he is doing something I could never make my body do. I struggle with 5k's, he does 12k's pushing a jeep. I mean come on. The mental toughness it takes just astonishes me. I am one proud sis right now. (Im happy he dropped the -sy on that one.)
MY BROTHER IS MY HERO...