This is probably how my brother prefers to be pictured. Harassing one of his nieces and sporting a blue mohawk. The hairdo is to show his support for the Wichita Thunder hockey team...he's a BIG fan! Someday this will go over big when he comes and watches his nieces and nephew play at Bluestem, since our colors are blue and gold.
Occasionally he likes to surprise us with a festive, holiday hairdo.I forgot to mention that in addition to his sense of unique style, my brother is super smart and a talented writer. He plays guitar and writes various works, mainly just for something to do. I thought I'd share something of his that I particularly like...
A letter to my dearest love...
Minutes pass like days as I await the moment when I can again hold you. To feel the subtle weight of your delicate frame as you hang onto my neck. To caress your graceful curves – the very essence of femininity. To have my fingers dance along your slender neck.
Every time I find myself in your presence, a beauty of such perfection startles me; surely, it must have been crafted by God’s own hand. Even the harmonious voice with which you sing to me stirs emotions in me that have long lain dormant within my heart.
They say with love comes a price, and truly, I feel that I shall forever be in your debt just for the opportunity to be with you. My heart swells with pride when I see the way others look at you; the way they envy me, and the disappointment they must feel on the realization that we’ll never part.
I still remember the pain that I felt in longing for you and fearing that you would never be mine, and I can’t begin to describe how fortunate I feel knowing that you are there waiting for me. I can only hope that I am able to prove myself worthy of your grace, your beauty, and your elegance.
I’ve often heard that there is no accounting for taste, but I know in my heart that there is none more perfect than you - My Fender Stratocaster: The World’s Greatest Guitar.
Every time I find myself in your presence, a beauty of such perfection startles me; surely, it must have been crafted by God’s own hand. Even the harmonious voice with which you sing to me stirs emotions in me that have long lain dormant within my heart.
They say with love comes a price, and truly, I feel that I shall forever be in your debt just for the opportunity to be with you. My heart swells with pride when I see the way others look at you; the way they envy me, and the disappointment they must feel on the realization that we’ll never part.
I still remember the pain that I felt in longing for you and fearing that you would never be mine, and I can’t begin to describe how fortunate I feel knowing that you are there waiting for me. I can only hope that I am able to prove myself worthy of your grace, your beauty, and your elegance.
I’ve often heard that there is no accounting for taste, but I know in my heart that there is none more perfect than you - My Fender Stratocaster: The World’s Greatest Guitar.



