My oldest sister got married when I was in middle school. Her husband, Scott, is a cool guy, and he’s the brother I’ve never had but always wanted. When I was 15, they lived in Cinco Ranch in an awesome house, and I went to hang out with Scott for the night. I couldn’t drive, so my parents had to drop me off (always an awesome feeling), and it was just me and him hanging out. Because I couldn’t drive, and my sister took the car to go do whatever it was she had planned that night, Scott and I walked to Randall’s to get stuff for dinner. Keep in mind – I was a chubby 15 year old at the time – walking anywhere was not my favorite thing to do. But he insisted, so we walked, got some stuff to make grilled salmon and veggies, and walked back to his house. I thought I was going to die. He cooked salmon on the grill along with some bell peppers, mushrooms and onions, while I “helped.” And by helped, I mean wiped the sweat that was pouring off my face from the grueling half mile walk. I’ll always remember that salmon – it was the best fish I had ever had. I remember feeling really healthy that day – I walked to the store, ate grilled fish and veggies, and probably had only a little bit of candy.
It’s funny how your perceptions of things change when you look back at them. Here’s a picture of Scott and me from my wedding. He was my best man.