May 28th, birthday gratitude entry:
Summing it up in one word, I’d have to say: HONOR. Honor is the word that I would use to best describe my brother Tom.
— high respect
— great esteem
— adherence to what is right
— adherence to conventional standard of conduct
— fulfill an obligation
Yep, he’s honoring alright.
I have three brothers. Tom is the one closest in age to me, just two years my junior. He served in the Air Force for 25 years. And he’s super duper smart.
Do you know that I have never ever heard him complain? About anything.
And do you further know that he has never forgotten my wedding anniversary? He always sends my husband and me a card, usually tucking a few bucks in there for dinner. A sentence or two will toss laude our way…. “Ten years already and you guys make it look easy!” and “Wow, twenty years and still rockin’ it!” and “Well, it’s official. Thirty years looks better on you than ever!”
He’s our biggest fan fo sho.
He’s a generous gift-giver, encouraging my latest goofball ideas, and is always asking about his niece and nephews. “Any way I can help?” is often heard coming from his heart to my corner of the world. A gem, an absolute blessing to my family.
And it’s not just me. He is honoring to our parents, all the other siblings and their children, our extended family, and his many friends. He values each one, making it a point to stay in touch on a regular basis.
I couldn’t love the guy more if I tried.
I’m very thankful for his constant care, his stability of character, and his genuine affection for all persons. Aaaaaand he thinks I walk on water… I don’t, but ssssssshh, let’s keep that right here… him being my biggest fan ‘n all.
I remember when he got promoted to (insert exactly which level here… high up, like almost like the President of the US or something… all I know is that everywhere we went that weekend on base, EVERYONE was saluting him.)– anyhoo, he asked me to sing The National Anthem. Gosh, he was just so darn proud of me. Mentions it still. Biggest fan.
I recall well the first sentence of his acceptance speech. “I want to first and foremost thank God and then my family for everything they’ve done for me and for how they’ve supported me.” Told ya, big time on the honoring thang. I just love this guy so much!
As an aside, as we meandered on base he quietly thanked each salutee. My brother never got full of himself though it was apparent he held big influence. He was a high ranking, NASA dude… and never made a big deal out of it. Honoring AND humble. Can you even?
And he’s funny. Like, pee your pants funny. I remember the year he sent hilarious Christmas cards… I can’t even. Remembering every birthday with cards and flowers. He even sent me and my Bestie Rose each a bracelet to encourage our friendship and running cray cray. (BTW, we’ve never taken them off. The inscribed sentiments are perfect. More than once, I’ve read my bracelet to remind me that I am loved by the coolest bro ever.)
Sigh. He’s just… so… awesome.
And do you further know that his fave gifts from me have always been simply pictures of my family? Seems kinda lame-oh but he scratches open the Christmas gift like it’s gold or something… and proudly displays our mugs at his house. I know, I know… cool dude, my Bro.
I could keep gushing… but I’ll stop here. Suffice to say that he has brought into my life a high vibe of love and constant, reliable care. We share gobs of great memories.
Here’s our song. I include the lyrics that so speak to me of this amazing man.
Now you got yourself two good hands
And when your brother is troubled,
You gotta reach out your one hand for him
‘Cause that’s what it’s there for.
In the words of my daughter, I can’t not love you.
Tom, I love you.
You. Complete. Me.
Much love & hope,