Ok so I have a confession to make. Day 1 was my dad, day 2 was my mom. Day 3 was a tie between my brother, Jeff, and my dog, Tug! (Sorry Jeff!) I just kept thinking about Tug's furry little cute face. Then I would think about my brother's furry little, um, face... decisions, decisions! But guess what? My brother would definitely win out if it came right down to the line. Probably.... well, yeah, he would.
My brother is absolutely the best brother in the world. And I'm not just saying that because Christmas is coming up either! He really is. When we were little... LOOK! We really were!
Ok, you can stop laughing at my bird legs now. Anyways, when we were little, we used to fight like all brothers and sisters do. Like all siblings do. But we had some really good times too. I remember once when we were both sick, my mom gave us a hot toddy. (She's gonna kill me for telling that). Anyways, we both then started pretending to be drunk.
I'm pretty sure we were pretending.
When it snowed outside, we used to get all bundled up and go make snow forts. I tried to get a few snow angels in here and there between getting pelted with snowballs but we mostly made forts.
We also used to go crawdad fishing. Again, I bet you can guess whose idea that was. Oh, and periodically we would drive our bikes to the school and play a little one-on-one basketball.
You might think I was a tomboy after hearing me talk about all those things. Nope! I've always been as girly as they come! On the other hand, I always wanted to be around my big brother. And if crawdad fishing and snowball fights were what it took, I was all for it.
This is Jeff now with his beautiful wife, Dallas. (I'm thankful for her too).
Awww! SO cute!
I'm so thankful that my brother and I have stayed close and haven't drifted apart like some siblings.
Love you Jeff!
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