Brother Love

To the outside world we all grow old. But not to brothers and sisters. We know each other as we always were. We know each other's hearts. We share private family jokes. We remember family feuds and secrets, family griefs and joys. We live outside the touch of time.

Clara Ortega

I can't believe that my sweet, soulful, intelligent and just all-round lovely littlest brother (although in truth he's hasn't been littler for many years!) is hitting the big four-oh milestone today. He's crammed so much rich growth, so many adventures, such wisdom into his time here it seems impossible that he's had only four short decades to do it in. I admire and am in awe of how he lives his life with integrity and grace.

B, I hope you know how very much I love you and how thankful I am to know you. And how much good and juicy stuff I wish for you as you enter this new decade. Words cannot express it. But I think that's one of the things I most love about you... words aren't always necessary. You just get it. 

Have a great day Brother-mine. Sorry I can't be there. But I'll see you soon and we'll make it another reason to celebrate... 

Love, love, love, 

as ever

K ~x~ ~o~ ~x~

[Photograph of B taken at our sister's wedding last month by the very lovely and talented Tasha Seccombe. She has a skilled and gifted eye for capturing mood and detail and I love this picture.]