Brothers...

My friend's brother died last weekend. My heart broke for her and her family and it really got me thinking how much I love my brother. He is freaking hysterical. Here is a photo of him pretending to read the paper on the hospital "toilet chair" last year when my dad was really sick.

I decided to write him an email this afternoon to let him know I was thinking about him. It was kind of a cop-out because I knew if I called to tell him I would end up crying. Here is what I wrote:

"One of my best friend's in Durango just lost her brother over the weekend. He was only 23. It made me realize that I probably don't tell you how much I love you or how important you are to me often enough. I know you know that I love you (and I know you love me too) but you can never really hear this kind of stuff too much right? You are the best big brother a girl could ask for. Of all of the people in the world who's opinion I care about and whose approval I seek - you are at the very top of the list. I just wanted to make sure you knew that. On that same note - I know that you saw my haircut and that you hate it (I actually thought about you giving me a hard time before I cut it) so feel free to call me names and make fun of me - it is part of why I love you :)"

Life is really short and you never know when it is going to be too late to tell the people you love how you feel. My brother has always been there for me. From staying up together on Christmas Eve when we were little and talking all night long because we were too excited to fall asleep to leaning on each other through my dad's struggle with a kidney disease. He even named my oldest niece after me. He gave her my middle name (Denay) for her middle name. The poor child got more than just my name though - she also got my chopped off "Flintstone's feet".


I can't wait to have a son so that I can return the favor by naming him after my brother Brant. I will let you go now so that you can go tell your brother (or sister) how much you love them :)...

This is what happens when I get bored...

I cut 10 inches off of my hair yesterday after spending over 3 years growing it out!!! This is the kind of thing I do when I start to get bored. Now that I don't have any hair to cut off I will have to dye it a crazy color next time I start to get antsy!