My brothers make me laugh.
They provide the much needed comic relief. They do it without even meaning to–just being themselves.
We sit here long past bedtime. It’s been a long day–the good kind of long– of resting and family time and talking and power outages.
Now it’s time for a movie and no one can decide what to watch. It’s been twenty minutes. The Netflix is endless.
“We’ve got to choose wisely!”, my brother declares as he maneuvers the remote control. “We’re talking the next two hours of our lives!”
That’s what I’m talking about.