The Odd Couple

This is Patrick.

 

He’s my brother.

I used to change his bum.

Now he’s 6’4”, or something ridiculous,

and has giant muscles that he likes to show off.

We don’t see him much, as he’s a Masonry Labourer with long hours, and works in Kitchener, and lives in Wellesley.

On Good Friday my family got together and went for a walk in the Hullett Marsh.

 

Right at the trail head, my girls got a ride.

It’s good to have uncles.

But from then on, whenever I spotted Emma, she was with Patrick.

I stopped looking for the little pink shirt, and started looking for the gargantuan Blonde, ‘cause I knew Emma would be right there.

 

Whether it was among everyone else,

Or by themselves.

 

Running uphill….

Or running down.

BTW, running downhill blind, with a six-year-old on you shoulders, is talent.

In my book, anyway.

 

It was cute.

Thanks, Pat, for being patient with her, and building a relationship.

And for taking a break from killing imaginary people and spending time with us.