Friends and Brothers

I have a big brother.  He is a cool cat.  I like him.  Ok...I love him.  I even tell him that sometimes. :)  It is a relationship that is growing, and I am thankful for that.  I want us to know each other more and like each other more.   I say this because the truth is he and I are so very different.  Really different.  But different is okay...and it didn't stop us from having lots of awesome play time together when we were kids.  There was playing "wilderness" outside in the big backyard at the old house.  Sledding, snowmen, snow caterpillars. (do you remember that b?) Swinging on the wooden swings at grandma's house.  Singing to our cassette tapes and making up dances. (is that too weird to mention? and what ever happened to that Olivia Newton John tape?)  Fun times.

Anyway, I've been thinking about this alot lately as I watch my boys play.  They do all the same kind of crazy things we did. (okay, well not the singing and dancing part...yet)  It's fun.  And funny.   They love each other.  They are bonded in a way that I can't explain even if I tried.  I want to be purposeful in nurturing their relationships with one another.  I want them to be brothers but also friends.  And I wonder what needs to happen for them to cross that imaginary boundry that takes them from one to the other.  Yeah.  That's all really.  I don't have an answer.  Just been thinking about it.  Thinking about what it means to be a friend.  

Well, now that I told you some of my thoughts about that....I will mention that today was a day of friends coming to visit.  We cleaned this morning, all together, which was kinda nice.  Then we waited for our friends to arrive, all tucked up on the big bed so we could see out the windows.  Then we played and played and fun was had by all.  Hurray!  

Thanks you two girls, who brought your kids to play.  I like both of you so much and am glad we are friends. :)