Saturday, June 16, 2012

Brothers from another Mother

I come "home" late, dragging in dirty feet and crazy hair. You welcome me with hugs and sandwich making.

I step into the circle of the kitchen, while we hum songs, pass the turkey, make fun of bad music. I like that it's natural for me to be here.

A few hours later, after talking, movie watching, story telling, I realize {again} you are the kind of men I want to be around - encouraging, confident, hardworking and kind.

I like who I am when I'm with you. I like how life looks. A little bit better.

You don't know this, but you help center me.

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