how the brother half lives

if anything, i have had an interesting relationship with my brother. i love him dearly, but often times i could substitute another less positive verb in its place.

recently, *don’t tell him* he’s begun to grow on me--not in the eww, gross i-think-that-might-be-a-fungus sorta way. i’ve found myself texting him for his advice and eagerly awaiting his response and really actually listening to what he has to say. although it might seem a silly comparison its like we grew up as puppies. we were constantly fighting, biting and scratching our way to be on the top of the heap, the apple of our parents’ eye. the madness seemed that it would never end. frankly, I’m surprised we survived it. but now, as the years move on i see him more as an equal and most importantly as a pretty rad dude.

no one else i know can:

• recite the whole movie Point Break
• tie his own flies
• teach himself how to play the guitar
• know all the words to every song on the radio—ALL THE TIME
• make a mean gremolatta
• skateboard like a madman
• let me put him in Seventeen Magazine as the "would you date this guy" and audition him for J.Crew
  
• let me set him up
• shrugs off the small stuff
• tie his own bow tie
  
• inspire me by going back to school

taking time off next year after he graduates, he’s gonna be living the dream (well mine at least). whilst his big sis will be knee deep in tag lines and body copy, he’ll be traveling/eating his way across Europe, India, China and Israel with only a backpack and a camera.

next week he celebrates his 26^th birthday, and i just wanted to take a moment to thank him, tell him i love him.

have to admit i got pretty lucky in the little brother department, i could have gotten stuck with me as a sibling!