My spoiled life... and my brother #4

{My Brother #4 and me circa 1984}

Sometimes I feel overwhelmed and alone. Like I have to do all my chores myself. 

I get kind of pouty (I know shocking) and  I have pity parties.

For instance, I went outside and there was a huge puddle of water by a bush... obviously I had a huge sprinkler leak and I was going to have a gargantuan water bill. Gargantuan I tell you. I don't know anything about sprinklers. 

{ Me and a cardboard cut out of #4 at #3's wedding 1999}

I felt sorry for myself because I felt like I had no one to call. Before my brothers were married I never hesitated to call for help. But now that they are married I feel bad asking for help when I know they work so hard and their families need them so much.

 

 {Me #4 and #3 saying good-bye for his mission}

I decided I had to ask even if it was a hardship on one of them. So I called #4. I told him all about my money spewing sprinkler. I waited for him to tell me how busy he was and how he probably couldn't come for a few days.

{#4 and a portrait of me that he painted}

Instead he happily said he would come over. 
And he did.

 

{#4 and his #1 2007ish}

Not only did he fix the sprinkler... which was apparently a piece of cake and wasn't going to result in a gargantuan water bill. (Weird)

He trimmed my out of control citrus trees too.

I am so spoiled. I really really am.   I frequently forget that fact.  I know,  I feel a little sheepish about it. 

My family takes such good care of me. 

I heart them for it.

I especially heart this little brudder. 

He is an awesome grown up. 

I am thankful.  

( I do however, still resent that he has my face and it is prettier on him... that is just rude.)