(yelp, this is a picture of my “little” brother taking me down in Battery Park)

I just got back from a great trip to NYC with some great friends of mine to hang out, and visit my “little” brother, Ryan (who lives in New York). Only one thing – he’s not so little anymore. Ryan’s the oldest, of my 3 other “little” brothers – and we’ve gotten to be great friends as we’ve gotten older. It’s when brothers and sisters reach “that” age when they are no longer simply brothers and sisters – but friends. I can honestly say Ryan is one of my best friends. I don’t get a chance to see my brother Ryan much – but when I do, I enjoy it. He’s cool, funny, smart, a really cool dresser, likes old school video games, good coffee, not caught up in all the stuff the world is caught up in, like art, good books, and just a really fun guy to hang out with! (sorry ladies he’s taken!)

This trip was especially meaningful for me, because I think I finally realized he is a man now. Not my little brother any more, but a man. He’s really turned out well – I’m very proud to call him my brother. I’ll be honest, it was sad leaving New York this time. I wanted to hang out with him one more day, have one more cupcake with him, drink one more cup of coffee with him – but I had to leave. He had work, I had work – we both have “grown up” lives to live.

All that to say, I’m thankful he is my brother (as well as my other two brothers). I’m proud of him, and I’m thankful he is not only my brother, but my friend!
(no matter how grown up we get, I think he’ll always be my “little” brother.)
- love ya bro, Im proud of you!