My Best Bro

For years my brother and I have fought like we were mortal enemies. Only in the last few years have we grown to truly care for one another and show our love to each other. Recently I have started the process to find or get in contact with my birth mother. I have told very few people this and in my family have only told my mother. Yesterday my mom and my Marc went to St. George to my aunts fiftieth birthday party. On the way they talked about my brothers relationships and stuff in his life. I guess my mom told Marc about my wanting to find my birth mother because when he came back that night at midnight the first thing he did was to come into my room, wake me up, and asked me if I was OK. He knew that this is a big decision for me and wanted to see if I was OK. If I hadn't been so tired I would have cried.
Even though he and I do not always get along as we have gotten older we have learned that he and I are the only ones that we can turn to when life is truly crashing down around us. Our parents are always their for us but when we have had it with them Marc and I will always be their to pick up the pieces of our broken lives. I don't know if I will ever love someone like I love Marc but I do know that at this moment I love him more now then I have ever before. He is THE best brother.