Three days of work left. Yay!

Wait, what?

Sixteen days and it's back to the bubble.

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I love my brother. I love my brotherzzz. I know I love them because even after all the bullshit they can go through I'm still proud of them and grateful to them. These are the guys that took care of me. I don't give them enough credit.
My brother Nic that has been going through all the girlfriend BS drove me to work this morning. We stopped for a call on the way (he drives a tow truck) and I just watched him interact with the guy he was helping out and I was smiling. Because Nic is just so chill and genunine and really good at helping people out and doesn't make them feel stupid for something as small as trying to start their car while it was in neutral. People have always just seen that in him, admired it, how he can just transform to give his all to help you with a smile. The morning sun was shining off his orange hair and he's smiling and talking with the guy and I'm like smiling myself. Because my brother is a good guy. I think that's why I don't like to see him go through pain like that. But even with the decision that happened I love him anyway because he's my brother.
I don't appreciate it enough.

Like my younger brother Jim too. He picked me up from work and I was thinking how he was the one I bombed around with and was like my best friend when I was little. I look over at him this taller lean guy now all cool in his car with a job and a girlfriend and part of my brain is like "Whoa! When did this happen?" It's crazy to think he's now turning nineteen in a few weeks and how things have worked out pretty good for him now even if he can be a stinker. There are some things that will most definitely always make him who he is but all the same it's strange to see the changes.

I love Rob and Chris too. They're both great.
Like I'm proud of all of them for what they've given me. I'm proud that they're my family. They all give and love a lot and they're just some damn good guys. I can't say enough. I just love 'em.

Family is a big important part of my life. I'm proud to be in a big family. I'm glad for the confused look on people's faces when I explain it because family doesn't have to be blood but the blood sure makes it interesting. Big family just means I have that much more support, love and others experience's to learn from. It pays to be one of the youngest.

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I was going to write on other things but today is for the heart, for my brothers. So I'll leave it at that for now.

Peace
~Lo