Brudders

Brothers are the best. I mean, I get sad when I think about girls who don’t have one. Who gives them advice? Who helps them with their cars? Who gives them a hard time when they say stupid girl stuff? I happen to have the world’s greatest two brothers—don’t ask me how I got so lucky, but it’s true. And if you’ve ever heard me talk about either one of them, you know it’s pointless to try and convince me otherwise.

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Andy, my big brudder, is my first and strongest ally. From the moment he made hair for me out of string (I was balder than most babies), I’ve known he was on my side. For a few years it was just the two of us, and in that time he must have learned everything there is to know about me. Andy understands how I think better than maybe anyone in the world, and more often than not he knows exactly what I’m not saying. It’s honestly a little annoying sometimes.

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Daniel is my little brudder, and his place in my heart is pretty soft. He was the cutest little boy … I’m telling you, the cutest. Of course, I’ve always felt protective about him, but I remember being surprised one day when he was 13 or 14, realizing I trusted him to protect me. Steady, strong, and kind, Daniel is at 21 the man many don’t become until much later. He also might be a Calvinist, which I, obviously, have to give him a hard time about every chance I get.

Both of my brothers are hilarious. (Like, their texts make me spit my coffee hilarious.) They’re both a little weird. (Andy likes to sing very dramatically in the car, and Daniel’s tweets are consistently bizarre and random.) They’re both caring, hard-working, and insightful. And if you’re looking for excellent travel buddies, look no further. I’ve been across the world with both of them, and whether it’s twenty-minute ride down the highway or a 16-hour flight to South Africa, I love being able to settle in and not say much. Whether we’re (loudly) debating theology, stringing Christmas lights, or traveling the world, every experience is a little more special with these two around.

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Andy and Daniel are good men. Men who know how to finish what they start, how to treat people well, how to think deeply and enjoy life. Watching them both grow, becoming husbands (and Andy a father), I’ve realized even more how blessed I am to have them. In a culture of guys, my brothers are men. Their strength speaks courage, value, and life into me and everyone around them.

I think we all need men like that in our lives. I’m just glad such awesomeness came built into my family. Like I said, brothers are the best. Mine are, anyway.

Comments

  1. bex - February 27, 2013 @ 8:47 am

    I’m also very blessed to have your brothers in my life. I couldn’t have ever dreamed of a more wonderful husband and new family. God blew the desires of my heart right out of the water when Andy and all of you showed up!

  2. Kelcie - February 27, 2013 @ 11:26 am

    ahhh I love this! The Hill family love is a beautiful thing.

  3. Lisa - February 27, 2013 @ 4:45 pm

    I said I would never read your posts on an airplane again….wish I would have kept my word.

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