This weekend not only saw me enjoying a girls' night out on Friday night, but also a weekend with my most awesome brother, Pentagon Mike, who decided to head up the Beltway to visit his niece, nephew, and favorite (albeit only) sister.
We've been hanging out, eating too much, throwing back a few, and rehashing the best of times. All of this causes the obvious evaluations on the cycle of siblings: Paul, Mike, and I began as automatic playmates, eventual antagonizers, and, after adulthood and children of our own, friends at last.
I love my brothers.
This is Day 60.
2 years ago