The concept of family has always been an interesting one to me. My closest brother isn’t biologically related to me, nor do we share the same mom, and having my parents in a separate household from a young age created a distinctly different environment than the Brady Bunch or Rugrats episodes I’d see on TV growing up. Nonetheless I grew up, experienced my childhood and had support from family, even if it wasn’t the traditional sense of what people think of or envision with 2 parents and 2.2 children.
Fast forward to my adult life when I think about the last 7-8 years of my life it is hard to believe, but this guy (pictured above) has been the most consistent element of my entire existence during that period. If I were to define family, at least that which is geographically available to me, he would be the cornerstone of it.
When I think about his lifespan and the change he has witnessed, moves he has experienced, success or failures he has been apart of it creates a perspective or window into my own world that I otherwise lose when I’m focused on my day to day human existence and experience. What is even more astounding is this little guy has been present for 25% of my time on this earth , and quite possibly THE most formative years as an adult.
Together we have finished grad school.
Together we have tackled quarter life crises.
Together we have grown a business.
And if you know him, together we’ve peed on more trees than you could count..🤷🏻♂️admittedly I hold back the team on this one.
P.S. Have a great weekend, and say hi to your dog for me. #pumbasofinstagram - 5 hours ago