comfort

So last night/this morning I was feeling a little blue and I decided to call my little brother. I knew if anyone would be awake at 1 in the morning it would be him. Sure enough he was awake, and he walked up to meet me. We walked back to my mom's and he instinctively knew that I had a lot on my mind. So we talked, all the way to my mom's and almost all night long. We sat in the kitchen and just talked. I can't remember the last time we did that. Come to think of it, I don't think we've ever done that. We talked and he made me food. He made me my ultimate comfort food-grilled cheese sandwich. It was funny, I originally started making it, but he kept trying to tell me what to do i.e. you don't want to use that knife...you want to turn the flame down a little lower, so he told me to sit down and he took over. It was nice sitting back and watching him in is domain. I know you're thinking, come on now it's just grilled cheese, but you have to understand that my little brother is a chef and he absolutely refuses to watch people prepare food using incorrect technique....even the wrong knife. It was great to eat it- the simplicity of bread and cheese. : ) So we ate and talked. It comforted me like nothing else. It is amazing to see how much we've grown. We've grown from beating, teasing and taunting, to sharing with each other our dreams, goals and tribulations. It's comforting to know that even though we've grown that much, we haven't grown beyond pinkie swearing that this conversation was for our ears only. : )I love my little brother, he's a good kid with a good heart.
I finally made it home last night at around 4 in the morning. It was great...it was what I needed.