My brother lives right next door to us. In 1975, he bought 40 acres in the country. Over the next few years he built a lake, a road, brought in utilities and then built a shop. He had a dream. He wanted a place for our family to all live together, around a lake, in the country.
Today, we have seven homes on this dead end lane that wraps around his lake. Each home was built by family, each board, each nail, was planned, touched and placed by our family. His dream has come true and it will be this way for generations to come.
My husband became part of this family the day I introduced him. He and my brother are so much alike. They keep me in stitches all of the time. They fish together, work together, build things together and fix things together. They became brothers, not through blood, but through a friendship built on trust, loyalty and respect. One is my brother, one is my husband, both of them are my friends.
A brother is a friend God gave you;