Best Brother in the World

Samuel and I used to fight. A lot. There's a couple of horrible stories on my other blog but I don't think I'll get into it here.
I moved away for school and that seemed to help. Then we lived together for the first time since '98. There were those (mom) who feared for our emotional (perhaps also physical) well-being, but we're both stubborn so we went ahead and moved into a little house all by ourselves.
And that's when all the fun began.

Ladies, he's clean, funny, gentlemanly, and he can cook eggs like no one else! He's good with a vacuum, Jerry Lewis impressions, and drives a hot little car.

He's also very supportive:
I don't know what I would do without my brother.






He listens, encourages, and laughs at me when I'm not even funny. I'll be gone this summer and when I return he'll be off to Japan. I'm a bit sad that we've only had such a short time together. He's pretty much my most favorite brother in the whole world. Why is it always easiest to take for granted those closest to us?