I have much to blog about in regard the trip we were on last weekend (accommodations, blunders, etc.) but I first wanted to write about my brother. Because he was the purpose of the trip, after all.

My brother and I are just over 18 months apart, and in case you're wondering we've both agreed that he's the oldest even though our birth certificates might suggest otherwise. As with most siblings that close in age, we've had our share of causing each other bumps and bruises, physically and emotionally. The teen years had me completely convinced and hopeful that eventually we'd part ways and never have to speak to each other again. I'm sure glad I was wrong about that.

At some point our relationship started moving back to the way it was when we were very little. The word 'adore' comes to mind.



I do adore my brother and I often wish I could place a HUGE protective bubble around him so no physical or emotional harm ever comes to him. I also wish that he was readily accessible to me whenever I feel like having a yack fest over coffee with him. Last weekend reminded me of how much I really enjoy his company, how fun talking to him can be, and how much I love him. Somehow it's just not the same over the phone.

The Hubs, his mom and I flew out to see my brother play a lead role in a musical. He auditioned for the play on a dare from his drama teacher who said that she'd give extra credit for anyone that auditioned. Not being one to pass up an opportunity, he auditioned and what do you know.. he got the male lead role.

When he walked out on stage, I was absolutely mesmerized by him and moved to tears several times when he sang. I was just.that.proud. I realize that I'm his sister, but he had such a presence on the stage. My tears were tears of pure joy because I saw his passion and I was reminded of how truly talented he is. I am so glad that he's considering following this passion because he hasn't been in a play since before he joined the army twenty-some years ago and I think he might have forgotten how wonderful this creative outlet is for him. I'm so glad he's like me and can't turn down extra credit.

After the play, he came to our hotel room and shared a impromptu meal of wine and cheese as we talked about the play and the philosophy of life. We covered quite a few topics that night, and there could be no doubt at the end of the night about how we feel about each other. It was wonderful that we both felt comfortable enough to be ourselves and share several emotionally intimate moments in front of The Hubs and his mom. I'm so glad they are so accepting of us (emotions and all), because the gift they gave us was an evening I will treasure for a long time.

When my brother told us how much it meant to have us in the audience supporting him, it felt good. It feels good to know that our being there made a difference to him and that he felt supported by us. It's all about that protective bubble in the end. Although I can't really place a protective bubble around him, there isn't a thing I wouldn't do for my brother and the best part about it is, he KNOWS it.