Growing up, my brother and I were quite close. For the most part, we got along famously; he’d put up with me following along, building tree house, riding the 4-wheeler and snowmobile with him and all his friends. I’d make them all food, they’d let me be part of the group. I made a fabulous third wheel. And when we fought, well, we fought hard. Note to parents: pizza rolls fresh from the oven make a harsh and awesome weapon. As does a hot curling iron. And a butcher knife.
We shared a room for a few years when our sister was born…and shared a room for a few months during the college years. We’ve gotten into trouble, gotten out of trouble, partied together, late night chatted and traveled together. I know he’s always behind me and supports me and I hope he knows that I think he’s just the very best big brother I’ve ever had.
Happy birthday to my partner in crime. Love you, brother.
Omg this photo rocks.