My brother and I are thirteen months apart. We grew up like twins, and most people thought we were, in a Polish neighborhood. Thus giving us the nickname, "The Polish Twins". A term we still use today.
We grew up being each other's best friend. The neighborhood didn't have any kids our age so we ended up being each other's constant companion. This has caused massive fights over the years, usually over the stupidest things. Yet we have never stayed mad at each other for more than a day, irritated at each other; yes. Mad? No.
This kid and I have been through so much together, helped each other through difficulties with family, friends, sports, and the decision of what to eat for a midnight snack. He is such an amazing young man I can't quite get over it.
I'm immensely proud of this kid, even when he makes mistakes, looses his temper, or we fight, I still keep coming back to how much I love him and how my life has been enriched my having him in it. God has blessed me with a brother that listens to my seemingly endless rants, watches crappy TV shows with me, lets me ask questions when he is in the middle of his video games, eats what ever I make him and gives an honest opinion of it, lets me sit at his lunch table at school, and never judged me for the mistakes I have made.
He is a fantastic person, brother, son, and friend, and I know he will be an amazing husband and father in the future. Life still has things to teach him, but I'm not worried.
He is such a strong person and he will be able to handle anything life throws his way, and be able to sing a song about it.
I love you Broder. I am so looking forward to seeing you grow up and to see what God has in store for you.
And congrats on the new job by the way.
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