An ode to my little brother

Derek just asked me if I am ever tempted to drink the hazelnut syrup that we use in our coffee. This made me think of my little brother, Patrick. Why, you ask? Beause he has been known to drink pancake syrup straight from the bottle. Maybe he only did it once, and maybe he was only six years old. But I will never forget looking into the kitchen and seeing the bottle tipped back into his mouth when he thought no one was looking.

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Meet Patrick. He’s the coolest 21 year old I know. He’s 4 years younger than me, but we’ve always been close. There were a few lost years in there while he was in high school and I was in college. But now we talk all the time and I look forward to seeing him so much when we visit home. He’s a huge mooker and an even bigger dirtbag. He has a heart for Christ and for others like most people only dream of having (myself included). He’s an example to me. He loves riding his bike, drinking coffee, eating a good breakfast, reading, a nice glass of red wine, playing Halo, and finding adventures anywhere he can. I admire his independence. He truly doesn’t care what anyone thinks. I would be terrified to go on a vacation by myself, but that’s what he did last summer. And I know that someday he’ll go to Europe with nothing but his backpack and a EuroRail pass. Patrick is cool, but not too cool. He’s one of the funniest people I know, but also one of the deepest. I am so thankful that Patrick isn’t just my brother. He’s also one of my best friends.

2 Replies to “An ode to my little brother”

  1. Patrick sounds an awful lot like my husband…minus the Halo playing. And he kind of reminds me of a turtle in those pics. A HOT turtle (lmao) but still, his little neck craning out of his shell??? Esp the third from the left. You need to scrap this.

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