Monday, August 25, 2008

Happy Birthday Brother

Eating at the River.

Every once in a while I get it right. Last week was one of those times. My brother, Todd, has had it rough, this last year. He has survived, but at times has seemed to spiral down in the sea of life. I decided on a whim to take a short road trip for his birthday and spend the evening with him and all of his favorite girls (Stepmom-Sue, Sister-Sherri, Sister-Me, Nieces-Stephanie and Olivia).

The time was precious. What a strange description when thinking of Todd, but precious were our efforts, time and results. He felt loved. Appreciated. Honored. Accepted. Worthful. Treasured. That was enough for me. You know that feeling when you stand back and watch your child do something amazingly kind...your heart wells up with a godly pride...that is the image I had of my God as He looked down on our time with Todd. I love my brother.

1 comment:

Jeanne said...

Jill, your brother looks so cool! The word he used to describe Stephanie's missing tooth is how I would describe him :)