Dear Mal,
Well looks like summer killed our blog for a while. That's ok, there has definitely been a lot going on with both of us. I've been thinking about what a topic could be for my next post to you, and I came up with something that's been on my mind, and what better for two girls to talk about than men? More specifically, brothers.
When I get down in the dumps, a tender area for me is obviously that I'm down one sister in this world. I sometimes have to avoid social media. People with posts of them and their sisters makes me either angrily-jealous, or feeling depressed and invisible. However, I was having one of those moments a couple weeks ago, when I thought "What about my awesome brothers?"
This probably is funny being directed at you because you grew up with sisters, but this can be counted to all the man in our lives; husband's, cousins, friends, brothers in-law, etc. Men are so great. They are brave, creative, active, adventurous, logical, they don't stay mad (I'm generalizing here), they see the better parts of you and can shrug off your weaknesses much more easily than us women can. And boy are they fun, and hilarious.
Growing up with two wonderful brothers shaped who I am. Me, Dave, and Jon called ourselves "The 3 Amiigos" because there is something about the riffing that happens when all of us are together that in our minds, is Hollywood quality.
My brothers make me a better human by being honest with me and calling me out on my drama. Their compliments mean the world, because they would never say something without meaning it. They make me a better wife by helping me understand men better. Growing up with them made me tougher, more fun loving, and, maybe I'm a bit hilarious in the right company too??
So while I will miss my sister always, and at the same time always be profoundly grateful for the sisterhood I share with you, I can be so happy to be part of the "girls that grew up with brothers" club. It's a good one, and I count myself lucky that as adults, my brothers still want to hang out with me.
So this letter hits a broader point of what I'm trying to do with my life right now, and that's focusing on what I have. And I have an abundance of love, support, and reasons for trying to be a better version of myself in my close friends and family, so thanks for being one of those people. I miss you, and it is hard living so far away!
Love,
Meg
Well looks like summer killed our blog for a while. That's ok, there has definitely been a lot going on with both of us. I've been thinking about what a topic could be for my next post to you, and I came up with something that's been on my mind, and what better for two girls to talk about than men? More specifically, brothers.
When I get down in the dumps, a tender area for me is obviously that I'm down one sister in this world. I sometimes have to avoid social media. People with posts of them and their sisters makes me either angrily-jealous, or feeling depressed and invisible. However, I was having one of those moments a couple weeks ago, when I thought "What about my awesome brothers?"
This probably is funny being directed at you because you grew up with sisters, but this can be counted to all the man in our lives; husband's, cousins, friends, brothers in-law, etc. Men are so great. They are brave, creative, active, adventurous, logical, they don't stay mad (I'm generalizing here), they see the better parts of you and can shrug off your weaknesses much more easily than us women can. And boy are they fun, and hilarious.
Growing up with two wonderful brothers shaped who I am. Me, Dave, and Jon called ourselves "The 3 Amiigos" because there is something about the riffing that happens when all of us are together that in our minds, is Hollywood quality.
My brothers make me a better human by being honest with me and calling me out on my drama. Their compliments mean the world, because they would never say something without meaning it. They make me a better wife by helping me understand men better. Growing up with them made me tougher, more fun loving, and, maybe I'm a bit hilarious in the right company too??
So while I will miss my sister always, and at the same time always be profoundly grateful for the sisterhood I share with you, I can be so happy to be part of the "girls that grew up with brothers" club. It's a good one, and I count myself lucky that as adults, my brothers still want to hang out with me.
So this letter hits a broader point of what I'm trying to do with my life right now, and that's focusing on what I have. And I have an abundance of love, support, and reasons for trying to be a better version of myself in my close friends and family, so thanks for being one of those people. I miss you, and it is hard living so far away!
Love,
Meg
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