I wish I could remember the exact time my brother became my best friend. It might well have been the moment he was born, but you wouldn’t have known it until much later. Nearly four years his senior, I pushed him around as much as I could when I was young. He eventually got me back by being a much better athlete, student, and professional than I ever was. In any case, for at least the last 20 years, my little brother and I have been through everything together. He still puts up with my silliness, and I help contribute to his. We take regular trips to Las Vegas together and see each other on the holidays.
I think of it for two reasons. First, for the first time ever, my brother and I are taking our whole family on vacation. He’s bringing his wife and son. I’m bringing my wife and boys. Our parents will be there as well. We’ll be celebrating my wife’s birthday, my son’s birthday, my brother’s birthday, and my parents’ 40th wedding anniversary. It’s a big time and I couldn’t be more excited about it.
Second, I spent a few minutes with my camera and my boys yesterday. I let them fool around while I experimented with a new lens. This is one of the photos that I ended up with. It makes me wonder how long it will take my boys to realize how great it is to have a brother…if they haven’t figured it out already.