I have a brother with whom I was great friends when we were little.
And then we became teenagers. He liked the country; I liked the city. He liked the shock factor; I liked to be obedient. He was opinionated; I was opinionated. He was dumb; I was smart (heeheehee).
I stayed with my parents and family for about 2 weeks before we moved to Utah. Brant had been home from his mission for a month or two, which explains a lot. I was married and had a nearly-one-year-old baby, and my husband was 600 miles away, which explains a lot. Anyway, one day we started shouting at one another. It escalated till we were toe-to-to (he's 6 inches taller than I am), screaming. It seems awfully ridiculous now, but it was simply indicative of how we were then.
And then a few years ago he and his family moved to our neighborhood. I loved his wife, and it was great to get to know her (as an adult) better. I adored his daughter, who thinks she rules the roost AND her Aunt Auneea. I adored his 4-year-old son, who was also one of my preschoolers. I adored his middle son, who was so BUSY when he was tiny, and has become a sweet, loving young man. I adored his oldest son, who also became our son's closest friend.
And guess what? I also adored my brother--a good, loving husband; a fabulous father; a hard worker. He still likes the country; I still like the city. He still likes the shock factor; I still like to smooth the waters. He's still opinionated; so am I.
But it turns out he's pretty smart. And when he told me they were going to move back to California, I instantly cried.
But they are moving back to Utah! And we must be OK, because they are going to live with us until they can get fully on their feet.
I'm super excited!
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I love when we all grow up and become friends!!! :)
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