brothers.

I have two of them.

We've spent entire summers together, attacking each other while riding large plastic whales and long car rides up the coasts and through deserts. Bijan and I have spent the school years filled with chores, almost being late to school, and too much hair gel. Now he's a manager at Staple's, all grown up. Matthew is quite a bit younger, we watched a lot of Veggietales and he just got away with being cute... and now he's almost old enough to get behind the wheel (not by himself, of course... he's not that old yet!) and about to embark on high school. Crazy. And scary. hah.

 We've grown up together, so naturally we've gone through not liking each other so much... but in the end we do love each other, and I'm so blessed to have them around.

We're also silly. 

 

ps. This is one of the funnier conversations between my brothers. 

      context: living room, roughly 3/4 years ago

      action: Matthew punched Bijan

      Bijan: "If you do that one more time I'm going to punch you right in the ovaries."

      Matthew: "You don't even know where my ovaries are!"