brothers.

Growing up, I rather wished for a sister rather than three younger brothers.  

Now I feel slightly sorry for anyone who doesn't have three younger brothers.

Younger brothers even grow up to be taller and older looking so everyone thinks you have older brothers.  

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three random reasons why I have the three best brothers ever:

(just a sampling from a whole bunch of possible reasons)

one.

Robert finds fun, eclectic coffee shops close to downtown and then brings me there.  He makes our whole family laugh with his perfectly dry sense of humour and wants me to go back to university.

two.  

Michael has not only learned this song on the piano the original way but also has transposed it to the minor key.  It is pretty much amazing - and he is patient enough to play it repeatedly for his sister. 

You heard it first here, folks.  

three.

Ryan cam down to breakfast one morning and said that he wished that he could add 'Wallace' to his middle name.  So it would be 'Ryan William Wallace'.   He also wants to learn to play the bagpipes.

Yep, he's cool like that.  

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Being able to spend time with them is one of my favourite parts about being home and I am so blessed to know each of them.  It is amazing watch them grow into men of integrity, to make hard decisions, stand alone, to work hard and grow closer to the Lord.  Love you all and will miss you while I'm away -  and who's going to make me laugh!

with a special thanks to our fun photographer and friend. . .that was quite the memorable afternoon, wasn't it Merissa?