Oh, Brother!

Eight years ago, the summer before my senior year in high school, I was blessed with my first nephew, Caleb. He is a goose & I love him.

Then, two years later, along came Nephew #2, Cade. He loves his big brother. I love him, too.

Caleb is the entertainer of the family. Nothing makes him happier than donning a wig & a cheesing it up for his audience.

Cade is very adventurous. He'd jump right into the deep end of a tank filled with sharks.

Caleb is very organized and likes to have his belongings stored in a very orderly fashion. He enjoys lining things up in order, just like his grandma.

Cade likes to fly by the seat of his pants. He enjoys disrupting Caleb's organizing process and knocking over a thing or two in order to bask in a little attention from his big brother.

Cade likes to be where Caleb is, doing what he is doing. Sometimes, Caleb might want a little space from little brother.

Sometimes, they might need to throw a little sand at each other to demonstrate their frustrations.

But, at the end of the day, they are brothers.

And they really love each other.

And there's nobody that they'd rather float to Cuba with than each other.