When we were really little, we shared a bedroom. When we got older, our bedrooms were always just down the hall. We went to the same small, local Bible college. Then we moved to the same town together to finish our degrees. We stayed in separate dorms but still spent a lot of our time together. One night I had just gone to bed when I heard a knock on my door. He had run out of toothpaste and wanted mine. When my love and I got married Jordan stood up as my Man of Honor.
A little over a year ago he got a job far away in another state and that was the first time we really had to say goodbye. We had never spent more than five months apart and that only happened once when I went on a mission trip.
But just like that, growing up took us apart, at least geographically. And on this beautiful sunny Friday, I wish he could come over and have some cookies. Brothers are good things!
"A friend loves at all times, and a brother is born for adversity."