Some Brothers Fall From Heaven

So my brother, Andrew, is amazing.

He's been living with us since graduating college, and I love it. If you don't know me well, let me first start my saying that my love languages are physical touch and acts of service. That's how I feel loved the most. That being said, you may understand in a moment why I have loved having Andrew around! I mean seriously, is this kid for real?

When he first moved in, we had a family meeting, where we explained the basic rules:

1. He could not mow the lawn.

2. He could not do our laundry or any other chores.

3. He never needed to feel obligated to help out. He was a guest.

So, what has happened since then?

Pregnant lady is lazy and tired, and I haven't been keeping up so well, but not to worry because Andrew took it upon himself in the last couple of weeks to help out...

He mowed the lawn.

He cleans my house...mmm pretty much every day.

He makes dinner for Jonathan and I more often than we make dinner at ALL.

He made me blueberry muffins last night (extra points).

The night before that, he ironed all of Jonathan's pants and folded my laundry.

He runs to the store to get me milk...or whatever else.

Oh yes, and he got an awesome job, and we are SO proud of him!

I don't love him an ounce more for doing any of those things, because he could make a mess and sit around all day and I wouldn't care a bit. But, it's just the fact that's he really is that thoughtful that gets me. I hope that I have the opportunity to show my love back someday.

I mean...is this for real? How many brothers in this world are like this? I submit that I have the only one. Prove me wrong if you can!