i must say i am one of the few weirdos in the world who has actually never argued with her brother (my one and only sibling - except for my non-blood related "sister" erin). honestly, i have absolutely zero recollection of us doing anything other than getting along.
i don't really have any memory of life without him. i was eighteen months old when he was born and according to my mom, did everything i could to help take care of him. we used to drive our family crazy by referring to each other as "my brother" and "my sister" as if they would not know who we were talking about if we mentioned the name (i still catch myself doing it all the time - sorry to anyone who has to bear that!)
the above pic was from this summer at my "bachelorette" weekend - which was really just the weekend the hubby was in vegas (getting into who knows what) and i went to the beach with my bro. i get to see him this coming weekend and thanksgiving. this has been the longest we've gone (except for the college years) without seeing each other. just have him on my mind and wanted to share a piece of our story. cheers to my best friend, my brother.