Waxing nostalgic

As I waxed nostalgic last night, three small photos fell from the pages of my first diary. I can honestly say that I have no idea why, or how long, they sat as bookmarks to the entries of my elementary school outpourings: recess, boys, friends, and an undying love for Gilbert Blythe seemed to be my only concerns in the mid 80's. 

I smiled as I looked at the pictures of my brothers, noticing some common traits between the three of them and my nephews. All of the sudden I remembered a FB memory I had scrolled through earlier in the day. I logged back on and decided to have a bit of fun with the comparisons. My brothers are all grown up and have lives of their own. The physical differences are obvious; they don't have baby faces anymore. Changes in height, weight, hair color, and facial hair are evident. However, a few things are the same: Jason still has a tender heart and also reigns as one of the funniest people I know; Brent continues to reach out to those in need and has made an impression on my niece when it comes to including others; Craig is still one of the hardest workers I've ever known. He is willing to put time and effort into his projects as well as helping others in need. I'm older than all of them, but they take care of me. They are good, kind, loyal men and I am proud of each one of them. My three brothers aren't perfect, but I wouldn't change the memories we've made for anything.

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My main man

We shared an apple, bowled with all of his favorite toys, played outside with tennis balls and squeaky bones, took a walk, and then after one more round of throwing tennis balls around outside, we came inside and he stretched out, rolled onto his side and was snoring in no time. This man of mine makes me laugh, keeps me preoccupied, and has found a permanent home in my heart.

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