Yesterday was a busy day filled with lessons, some sniffles and meeting up with my two of my brothers for dinner. Wow! I love my brothers, all three of them. They were so fun to grow and learn with, and they still are. I remember the days well that each was brought home from the hospital, and how exciting it was to hold their tiny hands and be trusted to rock them. It's hard to believe those little babies are strapping men who I still call my little brothers, although they have towered over me for years. I have watched them grow and change, and do amazing things such as finding lovely life partners who I feel privileged to call my sisters, get and keep hard jobs and projects that would scare the crap out of me, move across country, travel to Africa and get a PhD, become fathers and husbands and some of the greatest men I know. I am so lucky to be their big sis.