Brother Love

It's good to reflect on life and everything in it every so often. Usually this happens late at night on the weekend because those days I get to sleep in, which makes it possible to stay up late. And it entails me spending quiet time on my couch or bed when it's dark, with small lamp on, by myself, a journal + pen or laptop + microsoft word. Those are good times.

I went through my entire blog. The entire thing. And before I knew it was 12:30am, WOAH! But it was great. I laughed out loud at some posts and smiled at others, even though I had wrote them and knew what was in them already. Reading all of them made me so grateful that I've kept this blog and documented our life because it is fantastic to look back and 1. Remeber the good times 2. Remember what I have learned 3. Be encouarged by where God's brought us and probably a lot more things that I can't remember now because I never stay up that late.

In the spirit of being thankful I documented the things I did, I have to document this because I want to remember it.

Those two good lookin' people would be my mama and my brother, Greg @ Country in the Park this weekend. Greg, you love on our mama enough for the 3 of us and I'm so thankful you're close by and do everything you do with her since Andrew and are far away at the moment.  You're the best son {I'm just guessing what mom would say ;)} and best brother. Love you forever. And mostly because of the hick shirt you're shamelessly wearing.