A midday post. Why not? I can’t always wait until I’m all brooding in the middle of the night to put thought to screen. Sometimes it comes to me in the daylight.
I had a great few hours with my Marshmallow today. “Marshmallow” is what I call my 14 year old brother..because he’s small and chubby, soft, and just makes you happy like a marshmallow. I made some time in my itinerary to surprise my brother and drive up to his school and pick him up. I bought him lunch, and we went to Gamestop to get him something before I brought him home.
The hug I got was awesome.
It was like the most heartfelt “thank you” anyone could ever ask for and I was the one to get it. There was a lot of love and appreciation in that parking lot. I also got a big one when he saw me standing outside his school. I got the “running-big smile-jumping-I can’t believe you are here” hug. I was just happy that I’m able to always put a smile on his face.
I work hard to keep my brothers happy. I spoil them, I’ll admit that. I do it because I get all warm and fuzzy inside about it. It’s gross, but that’s love right? To exert yourself for another person you really care about. Today cost me more money than I would have liked to have spent, but I’d do it again.
When it comes to my Marshmallow, I usually do. He’s my REALLY spoiled one.
But as I drove away from my brothers’ house and I headed off to continue my day, my mind got stuck on those couple of hours. The conversation while we were stuck in traffic, playfully beating eachot.her up at red lights, laughing about almost getting into an accident from some guy turning into us, even throwing fries in the McDonald’s. We have fun.
Our own special brand of fun.
I may have said it before, but I’ll say it now just in case. I love my siblings more than anything in the whole world. More than my xbox. More than money. More than my internet. …haha even more than my car. Who is that person in your life that gives you that same feeling? Is it a spouse? Maybe your parents? Maybe you have kids and they are the light of your world. I believe, even you don’t realize it at first, everyone has that person, or people, that they love to the point of getting that warm and fuzzy feeling.
It’s gross. It makes you feel funny. It’s warm. It makes you drop your defense and render you totally vulnerable. It’s priceless. You’d give anything to experience it. We all love it.
I guess we all love, love.
Wait…did I just define love? Maybe in some abstract way a by-product of love haha.
Til next time. Stay frosty.
P.s. I did this post from my phone. How innovative!!
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