In praise of younger brothers

see, cutest child ever

My little brother is 6 years younger than me, my god he's not even 40 yet, how is that fair!!. He was the cutest child in the history of the world and I loved him SO much. Growing up we went through the usual brother sister struggles and in our teen years and into our 20's we didn't get along so well. Then at some point, I don't even remember what year it was or how old I was or where I was living, he asked if I would help him out, he asked to move in with me. Now for him to ask that, he had to be in dire straights and I knew that and at the end of the day, no matter what happened in our past he is my brother and I love him. So he came to stay for a while.

cutest E V A R

In that time we got to know each other outside of the labels put on us by our family and ourselves. We got to know each other as friends and gained respect for each other in ways we never thought possible. I finally understood why he did some of the things he did, well not all but a lot, and I think it was the same for him. I also discovered he was a very cool dude. He's an amazing musician and can really sing. I can play piano (when I practice) but I only sing when I want to torture people (or his girlfriend feeds me A LOT of booze and makes me play American Idol with her). He is funny as hell and probably one of the best 4 cooks I know. The others are my mom, my sister and my stepmother, now wouldn't that would be an interesting head to head competition.

cool in the 90's

We were beyond silly. We'd sing each other Finnish sauna songs that we learned as kids,laughed at old stories from our youth and we started playing Go Fish in French. "Escque tu have any trois mon frere?" I know, not funny to you but we were crying from laughing mostly because neither of us know how to speak French. I reminded him constantly not to piss me off cause sleeping on the balcony would be very cold.  That's right I don’t have a balcony!! Growing up in the same house meant we were exposed to the same music, we both have extremely varied taste in music, we love it all. We both love beer and red wine. I was actually very sad when he left. 

Over the years we have remained close, well I think we are still close even though I don't see that much of him, certainly not as often as I'd like. We've had our ups and downs but no matter what I'll always be there for him, we can always play Go Fish in French little bro. 

In the last little while he has jumped on the working out bandwagon and is kicking some major ass. I can't convince him to do a tri with me (yet) or a half marathon (maybe?) but he is looking like one bad ass muthatrucker. (see I'm trying to be polite). 

20 minutes ago, yikes

He is also very protective of me..

very

I wouldn't mess with him..

or me..

That's all I got..