My brother from another mother, Cary. In real life he's my cousin, but he and I (and his two other brothers) all grew up together, so they're more like my brothers than my cousins. He calls me "sis", and my kids call him "Uncle Cary". So thankful for the love, strength, and security he's given me all my life. I love you, big brother.
P.S. See that picture on the wall, just to the right of his head? That's him - in a forest fire in Idaho (or maybe Alaska, I can't remember which). He used to be a forest-fire fighter. Pretty cool, huh? He almost didn't make it out of that fire. And I'm extra thankful to still have him in our lives.
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