My little brother

Today we are preparing for the blizzard. The wind has picked up and the temperature has dropped. The weather channel says it's 3 degrees, but with the wind it feels like -14 degrees. We've finished dog chores, Mary is making breakfast, and Mark is prepping the wood stove in the garage. We'll be doing more work on the sleds today. I checked my blog from yesterday and found a comment from my brother, as usual. It cracked me up so much. I was laughing that silent, can't breath, shaking kind of laugh. Then I thought of anyone who reads this blog. They must think he's crazy. And hilarious, I'm sure. So I thought I might introduce you all to him. It doesn't help that it's getting close to Christmas, a legendary holiday with my family, and I won't be home. That makes two Christmas's in a row that I will of been away.

His name is Nathan, but we call him Nate. The only time he is called Nathan is when my mom is shocked at his swearing, or he's in trouble. Funny, that at 25, when mom screams Nathan Joseph, it still works. He lives with his crazy little dog Champ, named after bronco player, Champ Baily. He has orange and blue running through his veins, as he lives, eats, breaths Denver Bronco Football. But who doesn't right? In our family, we don't do church on Sundays, we do Broncos. Nate works in an office, hassling people and making deals all day. He gets to dress up, which has been a child hood dream of his. He smart. Crazy smart. And witty. He's charming, and usually the life of the party. His willing to try anything once, maybe twice if necessary. He's kind, and a softie. I've seen him cry while watching Oprah, or at a really good Hallmark commercial. He's my go to guy when I need an ego boost. Or if I'm a little unsure of one of my crazy ideas, I call him, and he says "Fuckin do it!".

I think it's a rule that you have to love your family. But you don't always have to like them. Luckily, I adore him. Not only are we brother and sister, we are best friends. The older we get, the closer we become. The only thing that ever seems to come between us, is physical distance. So... here's to you Nate! I love you!