**I’ve been going through my saved/unfinished posts. Found this one and, although it’s not complete, I’m going to publish it. I think I wrote it sometime over the summer.**
I don’t think my brother reads my blog, so he won’t be embarrassed by what I’m going to write.
I like my brother. (Note the word “like”. That’s different than love. We can love people that we really don’t want to spend time with.) He is my only sibling, four years older than I. I distinctly remember almost hating him when he lived at home, but fortunately for both of us he moved out when he was 19 and my parents and I moved to another city. After that we were civil to each other, although I don’t recall having much in common with him. I think the “spit on my toothbrush” days were just a bit too close for comfort for me to really enjoy spending time with him. Thank goodness for me he seems to have forgotten that trick! I’m sure his wife would have tattled on him by now if he hadn’t.
My brother is a successful businessman who seeks to honour God in his business. He still likes to act like a little boy and has been recently seen spitting water through his two front teeth just to make his nieces giggle. He is honest, sometimes brutally. He is always striving to learn, about all kinds of things. He is generous with his time, talents, and resources. He puts family in a place of priority. He is the kind of person that I would allow to raise my children if Handsome and I were no longer able to.