June 3, 2013

22/52 : TOM

Sundays in our household had a simple, familiar rhythm when I was growing up. We'd wake up and go to church, then call round to my Oma and Opa's house. While the adults talked my brother and I ate biscuits, pined for lollies from the lolly jar and invented games that would have us racing down the hallways, finding old treasures in closets or getting lost in the trees between the paddock and the dam.
If we didn't stay for lunch, it was home to a cooked lunch, and an afternoon of watching football with the hope of a visit to the park.
Our habits of Sunday have altered and changed many times since that season, yet last week, in my brother's new apartment we gathered in the shadow of what once was.

This is my brother Tom, last weekend at lunch at his place.

The potential for success oozes out of him in every area of life. It encourages me to work harder and not stop short of my best. In those days when we created games, and planted seeds to the stories that still grow each time we retell them and laugh at their beginnings, I always knew my brother was destined to be awesome.

*This post is part of the 52 portrait series: a portrait, once a week, every week, in 2013.*

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