At some point in the past - I shared my blog address with my big brother.
In my post, I talked about his struggles through high school and college.
His struggles were written in my pen.
From my memories.
My memories of him, and our childhoods.
Today in the mail I received a card from my brother with this simple note inside:
Thought this might
surprise you after
reading your blog.
tucked into the card was this:
Kinda lends a little credibility to this quote from that same blog post:
"So close in age, it always surprises me that our earliest memories don't seem to match. The result of a brother and sister's individual interpretations of their childhoods I suppose... or at least I hope. We joke about been raised by different families."
I love that Bubba.