risky risky.
i'm going for it.
i have three things i need to write about.
well i guess they aren't really things.
they're human.
sorta.
let me tell you about my brothers.
I have written about my brothers briefly throughout my other blog posts, so you shouldn't be too unfamiliar with them.
But I want you to know them.
And I want you to know them they way that I know them.
Because let me tell you,
my brothers are some of my favorite people.
Let's start from the top, shall we?
Brother Number One: Caleb Todd
I know, I know...he looks nothing like me.
But he is my brother.
I promise.
Caleb is the brother of knowledge.
He is brilliant.
He is sensible.
He is a clear thinker.
He is scholarly.
but he is also talented.
Caleb taught himself how to play the guitar when he was a teenager. That led to him teaching himself how to play a list of about just under ten different instruments.
No joke.
None of my brothers are exact opposite of me.
but if i had to pick the one that was closest to exact opposite,
it would be Caleb.
Caleb is a pretty serious guy.
But there is a side to Caleb that some people may not know about.
And I love this side of him.
It is the side that I most relate to.
The one that is sarcastic, and giggly, and rambunctious.
But i love Caleb's personality. He is relatable and chill.
He is the eye of the storm.
He is the calm of the chaos that i bring to the family.
He is a rock.
Caleb has shown me encouragement and support through some tough times over the past few years.
I have had the pleasure of singing with him a couple times in the past couple months.
He has educated me on great music, the best movies, and good television series.
And I cherish our relationship.
Brother Number Two: Levi Christian
Levi is the brother of personality.
DUDE this guy has one of the best personalities I have ever been around.
He is outgoing, passionate, and full of spirit.
He is a charming son of a gun.
He is one of the most driven people in the world when it comes to accomplishing what he wants accomplished.
Levi is a barista at Latte Land, but for the past 2 years has worked as a barista at Starbucks.
One day Levi is going to own his own coffee shop.
And it is going to rock.
And he is going to rock.
And it is all just going to rock.
Levi is the brother that is most like me when it comes to personality.
He is absolutely ridiculous at times.
And I love it.
He jumps in with both feet into the things he feels led to do.
He works his booty off when he really wants something.
He is wonderful.
Levi has also played a huge role in my music taste.
He was the one brother I had the privilege of riding to school every day with during my sophomore year of high school.
That was the year that my taste in music developed, along with my lack of hearing due to him blowing an air horn in my ear anytime I spoke.
Brother Number Three: Jonathan Gabriel (AKA Gabe. AKA Gabey Baby)
Gabe is the brother of multiple personalities.
I mean that in the greatest way possible.
Gabe can be totally serious and calm one minute...
then WHAM.
Bouncing off the walls.
He is the baby of the family and has lovingly taken on the name Gabey Baby.
I think we will still be calling him that in his eighties.
It's just who he is.
Gabe is the brother that I have spent a lot of time with over the past year.
Being that we were the only ones still living at home, he GOT to spend a looooot of time with his older sissy.
This included trips to Starbucks, countless hours spent at Target as I trekked through every aisle and he lugged behind, and him sitting on the couch with me watching TLC and chick flicks.
And he loved every second of it.
Gabe is the brother that sits among the chaos of family conversations and stays completely silent.
And then he decides to speak.
And it is the most random thought ever.
And then the room goes silent.
And everyone just stares at him.
And then we wait for how the thought relates to ANYTHING.
And he stays silent.
Because there was no point.
He just had a statement to make.
Gabe stories are the best.
Gabe is the best.
Oh, and he used to also let me dress him up as a girl.
I could go on.
I could tell story after story.
I could brag on how great I think my brothers are.
But I won't.
My brothers have been my
biggest supporters,
biggest pain in the butts,
biggest protectors,
biggest encouragers,
biggest teachers.
They taught me tolerance.
They showed me how wonderful it is to only have brothers.
They got me obsessed with coffee and gave me the desire to be a barista.
They sharpened my taste in music.
They blessed me with great memories.
Once again, I could go on.
But.
You know what they say...
a picture is worth a thousand words...
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