i didn't care much for them when i was little...mostly because they sat on me or chased me around the house with knives when they were left in charge {although this backfired later on when i was left in charge of them...mwah ha ha}. they told me a watermelon was going to grow in my stomach because i swallowed a seed. they cut my jump rope and bent my hula hoop.but i like them now. and i miss them. and today is one of their birthdays {happy birthday, scott!!}.
i remember when i was little they also hated each other. in fact, i still consider it a miracle that they talk today. but they do. they're actually great friends today.
my brothers are two of the most different people in the entire world. sometimes i wonder how we all came from the same family. but, then i realize how cool it is that we're all so different and still such good friends. i think we all add such a great mix to the dysfunction and craziness that is our family.
i'm grateful for big brothers.
but i'm not grateful for goatees. gross. both of you.
I agree. :) You have awesome brothers. I miss you and your family.
ReplyDeleteI'm grateful for my children - all of them. You are awesome.
ReplyDeletep.s. Richard wants to know when you're going to do a post about how you're grateful for dried apricots.
I didn't know we were dysfunctional! and fyi I don't have a goatee anymore....I have gone with the full beard. can't wait to see you in a week
ReplyDeletedon't forget the time they broke your boom box because they were rocking out to footloose in the backyard. oh brothers.. we love you, but i agree the facial hair is not becoming.
ReplyDeletei have no recollection of that, kelli. expound.
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