Best Friend

When I was a little kid, my brother would tell me I wasn't pretty just to make me cry.

It worked.

He would also hit me on the head and steal my things and all the normal brother stuff. I reacted like the little diva I was and would scream and tattle on him and basically display my utter wimpy-ness.

Sometime between now and 12 years ago, this harassment stopped. 

Sometime between now and 7 years ago, we actually became FRIENDS. It was weird at first. We would talk about all kinds of random stuff and go places together. We still had the occasional stupid argument, though.



For the last few years, Taylor has been my best friend in the whole world. It's kinda crazy how much I love him. We can talk and laugh and cry and goof off and eat food and talk more and look up Youtube videos and laugh. I laugh more with him than with anyone else I know. He teaches me something almost every time I see him. He's so wise, smart, clever, hilarious, cool, and interesting.

There is a big problem having a brother this cool.

I know how it feels to always to be excited and happy to see someone with whom I'll have effortless conversation, constant laughter, the ability to talk about important spiritual and emotional things, get advice about anything. I will NEVER ever hear a dirty joke or malicious gossip, he won't be ignoring things I say because of a video game, and is always telling me how wonderful and beautiful and fun to be around I am. 



This has given me high standards for guys. When I meet someone who makes me as happy as my brother does, I'll know I've found someone I can spend eternity with.

Thanks, Taylor, for everything.