My little brother came out to my house to hang out with me for awhile. He is a super great man. He survived all the mean things I used to do and say. We used to make him the dog when we played house…and he didn’t care. He was just happy to be included. I have more to say about this brother of mine. Another day though. For now….here is a picture of him that I like.
Here is a picture I love.
Pretty obvious why I guess.