(Paul, me, Jeff)I Love:
My brothers for who they are.
I'm so proud of them for all their accomplishments, and respect how they choose to live their lives. Though I know longer feel as close to them as I once did- lifestyles, gender, and living arrangements increasingly seem to pull us different directions, I still idolize them and love them the same as I did when I was a child.
They both exemplify the words hard work and play. Paul mingles with the trees on a daily basis (lucky sucker) as an Arborist- an Urban Forester of types. He knows tree species and their habitats impressively well! Jeff works magic with his hands as a maintenance man and electrician (spell binding work to behold if he lets you sit long enough to watch him instead of being his gofer). He is efficient, thorough and that amazing!
Spending the weekdays earning the all mighty dollar to take care of their awesome families and pay Uncle Sam, they then live life to the fullest on the weekends. Many times when I catch myself at home on weekends(my sad lot in life), I get a tinge of jealousy-yet happiness for them-- knowing that they are out of doors chilling in the dirt, mud or cold of the mountains, experiencing wind through their hair on the four wheelers or snowmobiles, fishing or scouting big game at sunrise, and warming their bodies and spirits by the evening fire. This is when they are at their finest, truest selves, and where I catch glimpses of similarities and comradery between us.
Each apple never falls far from the tree.
They are salt of the earth, do anything for you kind of men. Their time is important to them, but often give of it freely. They are trustworthy, honest, to the point, and never mess around when it comes to telling you what they think. They are good at expressing what you really do not want to hear, but later find your grateful they told you. They are not afraid to tell you what they know, to teach you, or make claims to be right. And trust me, you don't want to battle those claims.
They made me tough, physically and mentally, by harassing me, slapping me around a bit but loving me all the same. They forced me to learn to cry, fight, defend and do it all over again each time I failed. They were ALWAYS victorious! They kept me real, raw, honest and uninvolved in all the flightiness and cattiness that having a sister would have created in me. They helped me appreciate dirt vs nice nails, trucks vs. cars, being outside vs. in, and a myriad of other things.
I'm better because of them and honor and love them for playing integral parts in making me who I am.
They both exemplify the words hard work and play. Paul mingles with the trees on a daily basis (lucky sucker) as an Arborist- an Urban Forester of types. He knows tree species and their habitats impressively well! Jeff works magic with his hands as a maintenance man and electrician (spell binding work to behold if he lets you sit long enough to watch him instead of being his gofer). He is efficient, thorough and that amazing!
Spending the weekdays earning the all mighty dollar to take care of their awesome families and pay Uncle Sam, they then live life to the fullest on the weekends. Many times when I catch myself at home on weekends(my sad lot in life), I get a tinge of jealousy-yet happiness for them-- knowing that they are out of doors chilling in the dirt, mud or cold of the mountains, experiencing wind through their hair on the four wheelers or snowmobiles, fishing or scouting big game at sunrise, and warming their bodies and spirits by the evening fire. This is when they are at their finest, truest selves, and where I catch glimpses of similarities and comradery between us.
Each apple never falls far from the tree.
They are salt of the earth, do anything for you kind of men. Their time is important to them, but often give of it freely. They are trustworthy, honest, to the point, and never mess around when it comes to telling you what they think. They are good at expressing what you really do not want to hear, but later find your grateful they told you. They are not afraid to tell you what they know, to teach you, or make claims to be right. And trust me, you don't want to battle those claims.
They made me tough, physically and mentally, by harassing me, slapping me around a bit but loving me all the same. They forced me to learn to cry, fight, defend and do it all over again each time I failed. They were ALWAYS victorious! They kept me real, raw, honest and uninvolved in all the flightiness and cattiness that having a sister would have created in me. They helped me appreciate dirt vs nice nails, trucks vs. cars, being outside vs. in, and a myriad of other things.
I'm better because of them and honor and love them for playing integral parts in making me who I am.
I just wanted to let you know that I am enjoying your LOVE posts - they are wonderful. I am reading!
ReplyDeleteThese people in your life are so lucky. This stuff is personal and touching and great!