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Brothers 17/60

I'll tell you what happens when brothers come into town . . . a lot of chatting, talking, laughing, eating and most of all being happy together.

Joseph is one year and eleven months OLDER than me (though everyone things it's opposite . . . how humiliating) and the closest of all my siblings to me.  I always thought because we were closest in age we were closest in fact and deed . . . like he was my best friend.  I'm not sure that this is true at all, but to this day, I always think we are closest (because we are closest).  Mostly, I think we both agree that we just plane old love each other.

We get together hardly ever, but whenever we do, it's like we are back at home staying up late listening to Beatles (still don't like them) and talking about nothing and everything.  After the initial twelve years of him trying to kill me a thousand different ways (and this is in fact truth), we came to this angle of repose and found out that we actually liked each other rather well.  In fact, since we were really each others only friend (thank you homeschooling . . . Barbara was too busy fifing and living at her friend Hildi's house) we actually became friends.  And seriously, I am so darn grateful that we became friends.  There is nothing like old friends, and when they also happen to be your brother, it's pretty much the best thing ever.

And after spending the day shopping (sooo much fun . . . for us, poor Caleb) and seriously I don't want him to leave tomorrow.  For reals . . . why can't we live closer?

No photos . . . we were having WAY too much fun.



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