I've been thinking about my little brother a lot lately, and how lucky I am to have him as a little brother.
Tim and I have always been really close. Maybe it's because we were in the 'younger kids' club, maybe it's because when I was 4 and he was 2 we got the chicken pox together. Who knows? Whatever it is, Tim has always always always been there for me.
He's gotten me through a lot of hard times, and has always been there to encourage and support me in whatever it is I'm doing with my life. So when my heart was ready and I found the man better than my dreams, it was only a sealed deal after Tim met Tom.
I remember it very well. Tom and I had just driven to Spring City from the Holli Krishna festival in American Fork, so we were covered in colored dust. We must have looked quite a fright. But Tim was the first one to grab not just me but Tom in a big ol' hug. It made my heart swell to see my two favorite boys meeting for the first time in person.
The next day they went on a run together. Both of those boys love to run...good for them ;) Later that day, Tim pulled me aside and said "You need to marry Tom". So I did :)
Tim is a good man. In one word, that's what I would call him: good. And I mean that in the purest sense of the word. He is honest, he works hard, he is humble, and he does everything to the best of his ability. I have been so blessed by his example and his life. It makes me so happy to see him on a mission, doing what he has been preparing for his whole life, and in a place that is so dear to our family! (Tim was born in France while my family lived there)
I am so proud of you, mon petit frere. Tu me manque beaucoup, et je t'aime.
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