Brothers

I was reading my friend Danielle's blog about how her girls are 2 peas in a pod, and it made me hopeful that Luke and Gavin would also share that same bond.

My brother and I were close growing up, still are. While dad was sick and dying, he was the one person that knew exactly how I felt. We would sit at our high school lunch table, surrounded by friends going on about typical HS stuff, while George and I worried about our future. "How long would dad suffer? What would happen to us when he was gone? Would we be able to stay in our house and finish HS here? Would there be any money for college? Would we even go to college, or just get jobs to help pay for medical bills." All valid worries at the time, and none my friends could relate too. My brother was my rock and my truest friend.

So the decision to give Luke a sibling was never really a decision, but more an absolute. Of course there was the slight fear that they would fight like dogs and never really get along, as is the relationship of my mother and her sister. Siblings–yes–friends–no. But yesterday, I was convinced that they would be close. Chasing and laughing at each other after dinner. Playing hide and seek. And the certainty of that continued this morning as I watched them play together, sit side-by-side under the end table, like it was there own personal club house. Not sure how they both fit under there, but they managed just fine. So I will continue to hope that they will share the same bond I have with my brother–be best friends as well as brothers.