Brother Bear Comes to Town

It's funny when we're younger how we don't see siblings as a blessing.  We see them as the reason we have to take turns riding shotgun or someone we need to cart around when we just want to be with our friends.  I remember making my brother hop in the back seat when I picked up my best friend to go to school in the mornings.  It was so stupid because we literally had like a 5 minute drive from her house to school, but I made him get out and get back there so she could ride up front.  

I share that because it haunts me now.  That I ever treated my brother like he was in the backseat of my life.  He is one of my best friends.  If not the best one I have.  

So when he comes to visit now, it's a celebration.  Not to mention my sweet boy loves his Uncle Poo. It's quite honestly the best thing to see him climbing all over him, hugging him, and just genuinely loving his uncle.  

NC has the best zoo ever.  So we make it a point to go visit each time he comes.  Not to mention, CT loves it there.  It's like his second home.  (He fits right in with those monkeys)

It's awesome when your siblings become your friends, isn't it?

So, when I got a text message the other morning asking if we would mind if he came for Thanksgiving I pretty much laughed out loud.  Ummm....NEVER!

Super excited about our next adventure.