In case you didn't know, today is National Sibling Day. Which in all honesty doesn't mean jack, but it does give you the opportunity to share super embarrassing photos of you and your siblings on social media.

I'm lucky enough to be the youngest of three kids in the Wren family, and I'm the only girl. So as you can probably surmise, much to my brother's dismay, I'm the favorite! (lol)

If you grew up with siblings, then you know that it's always better to be the youngest one. That way you can learn what NOT to do, or how to do it better and NOT get caught, from your brothers and sisters. Personally, I learned a whole heck of a lot from my two older brothers, Thomas and Sean. I won't go into details on the specific life lessons I acquired, but I will say they make life a lot more interesting.

Growing up with siblings is the best because you always have people to play with, or in my case torture! I went through a fairly long stage of having tea party birthday parties, and I would force my brothers to serve us tiny treats on my mother's fancy China. But don't worry, the boys would definitely get their revenge on their poor innocent sister...

Key word "poor." Before I learned the value of money, my brother Sean would trade me pennies for dimes because pennies are bigger than dimes and therefore had more value. I now blame all of my financial hardships on him...

Also there was that one super long road trip we took as a family, where I fell asleep and woke up to the frightening scene of my favorite Ken doll hanging by his feet from the end of some pink string because my brothers had popped his head off. So of course I blame my lack of a love life on the fact that I've never gotten over the loss of my one true love, Ken.

I could go on for days about all the practical jokes we played on each other growing up, but at the end of the day, I love my brothers and I wouldn't trade them for the world!

Happy National Sibling Day!