B never left me alone......

"Theres so many wars we fought

Theres so many things we're not

But with what we have

I promise you that

We're marchin on

We're marchin on."

Marchin On- One Republic

I thought about changing the words to the chorus I used above; but as I sat here thinking about it, I realize that "we"

is a perfect phrase for my brother. 

He never goes it alone, but rather takes us all along, whether it be the trek in building a better you, a better job, 

a better home, a better family etc. He makes sure 'we' are marching on. And for that, Brandon I love you. 

 Brandon and I did this shoot over a month ago and I'm sure he's checked every once in awhile for his photos..

 wondering when I would say somthing marvelous about him. ;P

So.. here are your sentiments my dear brother. 

Brandon is the father of tw beautiful little ladies and one charming little boy... 

Amorina Kalyse (sp?), Treydence Kale, and Ventre Hope.

Could they have any more gorgeous names? Seriously!!

My family has seemed to use up all the unique ones making be fear that by the time I'm a mother,

 I'll have 6 Generic Toms and 4 plain Jane's. 

 Brandon owns his own Business with his lovely wife, who has been featured 

many a previous time on this blog O' mine.

They both have suffered through the pains of growing a business while raising a family, 

but not once have I heard Brandon, who has dealt with the closed merchant accounts and heady bank departments

time and time again, say "Let's just stop here. It's time to give it up."

 Rather this brain comes up with new ideas and strategies that in the last week have catapulted their now booming business 

into places that at times they thought they would never reach. 

 Brandon and I went to college with each other for one semester and every morning he walked over to apartment

and made breakfast with me. Several times bringing me breakfast in bed. 

We grocery shopped together,  teased each other, cooked together, went to movies together, walked to school together. 

And when a boy broke my heart, My brother told me he wasn't worth my tears; that no one would ever deserve me;

and then he drove me to the store, bought chocolate he knew could temporarily heal my wounded heart and a movie we

could cry together over. 

( Yes, Brandon cries over movies.. you little softy you. )

 So Brandon, My Eternal Best friend. This is your tribute.. As many times as I leave and as much as I know you hate it, 

Just know that you will always hold a special place in my heart for the examples you have given me and the brotherly way

you look after me. 

Thanks for offering to beat up the boys and chase off the scoundrels. 

Thanks for having a place for me. 

Thanks for being bold enough to tell me when I'm wrong. 

Thanks for coming back... 

Thank you, for letting me be your best friend. 

I love you B.