Actually he's my BIG brother - he's 12 years older than me so my earliest memory of him is probably close to the time when he was in college. That makes him more like a second Dad.
I just remember being really young and thinking he was the greatest thing in the world. I would call him on the phone as a little tiny girl and I would always call him Snowman and he would call me Boogerbear. I thought that was so fun. He was always a big muscular guy so I guess I associated it with a big snowman. Who knows!
Anyway, it was a nice dinner and we got a chance to catch up before having to head back home. I really wish we could have spent more time but that's how the cookie crumbles.
I did have one thought about the dinner - don't ever meet at Texas Roadhouse if you plan on talking during the meal. It was the loudest stinkin' place on God's Green Earth!