Oh, Brother

They giggle at the table till more food is on the floor than in their mouths.

They chase their toy jeeps around, tearing through the house like bulls after a rodeo clown.

They’ll play happily one minute, then pull hair and pinch, then make up and play again like nothing happened.

They’ll stay up at night telling silly stories and chanting nonsense songs instead of sleeping.

They’ll walk hand-in-hand when they’re out somewhere new, both protecting and being protected by the other.

They eat together, play together, bathe together, sleep together, fight together, laugh together, learn together, and do pretty much all of life together.

That’s my boys. That’s why it’s great to have a brother.

To this day, I’ve never found anyone who connects with my brand of humor quite like my brother. Corny, intelligent, movie-quoting, linguistic, and dry.

We giggled at the table. We chased recklessly through the house. We played, we fought, we forgave, and played again. We stayed up when we should have been asleep. We watched out for each other.

Life was good. Life was hard. But I’m glad I had my brother to go through it with me.

Tell your siblings you love ‘em today.