It's been a lovely weekend, dear reader, filled with recitals, volleyball practices, the baking of eight dozen cookies, a midnight run, hosting breakfast for twenty-five guests, and the celebration of my brother's birthday.
I never know how much sibling pride is too much sibling pride. I don't even mean it so much as pride: I just love my brothers and sisters deeply and see in each one so much to admire.
One look at my brother as a little boy and you can appreciate what I mean.
Beyond his mad fashion sense and being a truly great person, I will also say this: if you're looking for one of the world's top peripheral nerve surgeons, look no further than Dr. Tim Tollestrup.
I can't help but feel a little proud, dear reader. If only you could see, as I did, how he was destined for this vocation from an early age and how hard he worked to get through medical school. He has transformed lives with his gifted knowledge and every time I see him I feel glad he's my brother.
In addition to that, he possesses the superpower of cooking, he's fun to be around, and he has a wonderful wife and four beautiful children whom I dearly love.
For his birthday, I gave him this vintage Matchbox station wagon.
That was our ride when we were kids.
Now we're covered in kids.
Not sure how we got to be so lucky, but I'm still enjoying the ride.