3 days 3 hours and 38 minutes
Now... If you don't understand the significance of 1. him coming home 2. him being gone and 3. my excitement, well I'm going to explain it for you in very simple terms... Corbin has been serving a 2 year LDS mission in Seoul Korea. That means we have no contact with him. We get a weekly email, that seemed to get shorter and shorter as time went on. We get two phone calls a year that are 40 minutes long. And besides that we just keep our fingers crossed and hope North Korea doesn't invade any time soon. So Corbin coming home is an even bigger deal than most because he's my brother but he's also my favorite brother. Judge me, I have favorites. My parents have favorites as well. Daryl is Steve's. Bronson is Michelle's. So Daryl is naturally my favorite sister, Hilary is my favorite sister in law, and Corbin is my favorite brother. He went form 3rd favorite brother to 1st favorite all in a year's time. The boy has skills. So as I said Corbin used to be my 3rd favorite brother. I didn't like Corbin for a long time. I thought he had no sense of style, I assumed he was color blind, and I couldn't believe he didn't get embarrassed with the stuff he did. Now this when I was 17 a senior in high school and he was a little freshman in high school. Flash forward 3 years. Bronson goes on a mission. I get cancer, and BAM! Corbin is my best friend. I soon realized I was just jealous of his confidence, his sense of humor, his lack of care, as well as his dance moves and I also realized, he's my best friend. So let me just tell you somethings I learned from Corbin and just a little bit about him...
Corbin Don't Give A Crap
Corbin I don't think ever once in his life has cared about what people think about him. He wears ridiculous outfits. He acts ridiculous in public. He gets kicked out of walmart. He runs around shirtless. He runs around in booty shorts. He honestly doesn't care what people think. He literally just doesn't care. I remember my senior year of high school I saw him one. Crawling through the halls doing an impression of Gollum from Lord of the Rings. He was in blue, pink, and green camo shorts. A Brown shirt. And red shoes. If you know me, I match everything including my sports bra, socks, and spandex with the rest of my outfit. I was mortified. I later realized I was an idiot and rather than running from this behavior I should have filmed it, posted it on youtube, and been more like him. Corbin taught me its ok to make people stare because they're going to stare anyways. Might as well make it entertaining for them.
Dance Like No One's Watching
Corbin can dance. This boy is 6'10" and he can drop it lower than any girl I know and moves his hips as good as Shakira. He also has dances memorized on the game Dance Central and ALWAYS wins. Without fail. He can be on expert and I can be on beginner and he will still quadruple my score. His junior year at Timpview he did the school talent show and him and some friend did a hilarious dance. Here's the link:
Now either right this second or the second you finish reading go and watch the dance so you fully understand what I'm talking about. So this dance the boys spent hours practicing! And every night Corbin would come home so mad because Bronson couldn't get an 8 count down and kept messing up the dance. Bronson, unlike Corbin, cannot dance if his life depended on it. He likes to think he can, but he can't. Anyways, so Corbin almost kicked Brons out of the dance the night before the dance. Bronson ended up learning to count to 8 to the beat of the music and was able to perform. Sometimes Corbin and I would just have dance parties. We would blast music in the basement and just dance. He taught me some good moves but he also taught me to let loose and have some fun every now and then.
Talking In Accents is Funny
When Corb was in high school his friends did the weekly announcements for Timpview High School. They were the funniest characters and went all out with costumes and all. So Corbin played the role of AJ (Aladin Jafar) and spoke in a middle eastern accent and well, it was hilarious. He was so good at talking in all accents. British, Australian, Scottish, Fob... really any accent he mastered in a matter of minutes. He finally shared some tips with me to help my pathetic excuse for a British accent. When I was going through chemo and was having a bad day he always would start talking in a Scottish accent and for whatever reason I just laughed and it was an instant good mood every time. He did this with everyone. Anytime Michelle would get mad at him he would instantly start dancing around like a complete fool yelling all kinds of things in some foreign accent. He did this daily. Multiple times. At home, in public wherever. I'm sure people thought he was crazy, but I couldn't help but just laugh uncontrollably every single time he did this.
Humor Cures Cancer
A lot of people ask how I beat cancer. There's a lot of things that factored into it. Obviously Dr. Martha, buying a cat, modern medicine, sleeping a ton, and wearing a onesie everyday all are huge contributing factors. I didn't realize though Corbin was the biggest factor of it all. As mentioned before, anytime I was having a bad day he took it upon himself to make sure my mood was better. He always was telling me jokes. Saying funny comments. Doing stupid things to make me laugh. Our favorite thing to do was at the Huntsman was he would pretend he had cancer. I know that sounds so bad but it was hilarious. Everyone knew he was joking, but it put a smile on my face. At the time he was minorly obsessed with the movie Tangled and would dance around with his Rapunzel doll singing the songs, brushing her hair, and dancing like a complete fool. He made me laugh every day. Even the days I wanted to throw the towel in and just cry he would always come to my rescue. He literally saved my life at a time I needed it most. Besides being funny he spent every day with me. He missed so much school to make sure he was there for every doctors appointment, every treatment, and every time I needed him. He assisted me in escaping the house, hiding from Michelle, and always would bring me Wendy's chicken nuggests because they were the one thing that sounded good. Most of all he made me laugh and forget about the chemo and the nausea and whatever else was happening for a moment. Thats what really helped me beat cancer.
Have a happy father's day as well!
Alexis
