Actually, Let’s talk about brothers. . .

Push play on this guy while you’re reading this post. 🙂 One of my favorite memories I will always have is of my brother hanging on me, half drunk on PBR, while we scream this song back at the band!

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I’m blessed in my life with brothers. I have sisters in my life, too, and don’t get me wrong – they are special to me as well, but that’s another post.

I want to take some time and honor these men.

First of all I have the fortune of having three brothers by blood. Two older than me and one younger. All of these men have had a profound affect on my life in different ways and at different times.

I have idolized my oldest brother (11 years older) since as far back as I can remember. I grew up wanting to be just like him, be interested in what he was, act like he did, et cetera.

As a young adult and really even a teenager, I was knowingly concerned with what his perception of me was; and honestly I don’t see a dang thing wrong with that! He’s a wonderful man who has been through a lot in his life and he loves me and I love him. There are five of us kids and he and I are very similar. Because of that we share a special bond that isn’t like the others. He took me to my very first movie, for crying out loud!

((I’m the exact middle child, so I think I have a bond with each of my siblings that is different than the others. Maybe that’s just me. I really think it’s a middle kid thing. . . (I’m also and oldest child HAHA but that is for another post as well!))

My next older brother left a profound imprint on my mind as a child (he’s 9 years older). My mom has a picture of me and my little brother when we were little running around with our shirts off because we wanted to be just like him! He was so suave! Such a cool dude who drove a cooool car and had cooooool friends.

I don’t know if it’s because of our closeness in age or proximity, but I am closest with my younger brother. We are so gof damm much like the same person, it’s ridiculous. We lived together as young adults, we participated in similar activities in school, we shared a large majority of our friends. We are the hipsteryest of hipsters when it comes right down to it. Our interests are similar and complimentary and collaborative. I don’t think I would be the person I am today without having him in my life. Together we have been through probably the best and

worst moments of our lives. Supporting each other, fighting with each other, finding each other again. He’s the one person that can truly persuade my thoughts, emotions, and ways of perceiving the world around me. I truly respect him for that.

The man my sister is about to marry I have known for probably over ten years at this point (yep, I knew him first) and we have always been close. He’s so perfect for her. It’s like he somehow was supposed to be part of our family even though we are not blood.

My dude’s brother is the final mention on this list. His wife is such a close friend to me, and their family has a strong bond as well. He’s been such a huge supporter of me and been there for me through so many things.

I guess I’m not in the right place for the words here and that frustrates me slightly.

I love these men with all of my heart. They mean so much to me.

I hope you have brothers. There’s nothing quite as special (don’t worry sisters, I’m not forgetting you) as how brothers can build you up. Brothers are an important part of the structure of your life whether you realize it or not, even if you don’t have a brother by blood, there has to be a man out there that is close to you and has had a profound influence on your life. Tell me about it in the comments below!

Xoxo

-S

(boys, don’t be mad that I only posted a picture of one of you!)