I have a brother.
He is a goober.
He is more fun than a barrel of monkeys.
He hates monkeys...that grab his hair when he bends down to pick up a piece of gum dropped on the ground while at the Safari.
Who knew there could be a Safari in Arkansas?!
He loves chocolate milk. Nestle Quick chocolate milk.
We used to race in the snow to the fence and back...bare-footed.
He played Soccer growing up.
I watched Soccer while he was growing up.
He used to scare pretty easy..."Thump! Thump! Draaaag!"
He was always better at Super Mario Brothers than I was.
I missed a lot of recess in the 5th grade because of him.
We used to scrape together enough quarters on snow days to order a pizza from King Pizza.
We were the youth group at our church.
He was forced to play school in the garage and work, cause recess duty was not fun for me.
He calls me often.
He harasses me on Facebook.
He texts me weekly.
He looks nothing like me.
He is slightly competitive. Slightly. Ha ha ha ha ha, yeah, I actually said slightly!!
He is funnier than anyone else I know.
He is one of my favorite peoples in the whole big world.
He went on a lot of dates with Scout and I.
He was baptized the night I got engaged, and I missed it, and it still my heart sad.
He is my friend and I am very lucky!
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