Home

This weekend I almost got to go "home". And by "home", I mean my brothers' house in Norman, Okla. I have never lived in their house; I have only been there once; but I sure do love it. My brothers, Scott and Reid, are there. Our dogs, Gunner and Renagade (that is the proper spelling), are there. And on Saturday, my parents, Bob and Pam, were going to be there with their new puppy, Bently. It was going to be a joyous reunion, but has unfortunately been postponed. It is probably for the best, since 3/5 of my family (including myself) have been ill this week.

I have decided that since I do not get to see my family this weekend, I will just write about them in my blog (or bog, if the word "blog" gives you chills). Here they are in order of their births:

Robert Lynn Martin (Father): My dad is the greatest dad in the world. He is caring and gentle, and he loves his family more than anything in the world. He is brave, trustworthy, honest, giving, compassionate, and kind. He is athletic, and in excellent shape for his age. He is silly and sarcastic, playful and witty. He is my daddy, and I love him.

Pamela Jean Prather Martin (Mother): My mom is the most wonderful mother of all time. She is the most loving person I know. She would do anything for her family, no matter what it meant for herself. She is always thinking of others and how she can help. She is sweet, generous, and has a heart for those who hurt. She is fun, she is serious, she is warm, and she is sincere. She is my mom, and I love her.

Scott Matthew Martin (older-younger brother; middle child): Scott is effing awesome. He is becoming a most amazing young man. He is a junior in college at the University of Oklahoma, and he is an über athlete. He is good at pretty much everything he does, and by good I mean excellent. He is sweet, caring, strong, fearless, and loyal. He will do great things with his life; I am excited to see what is in store for him. He is my brother, and I love him.

Reid Michael Martin (youngest brother; youngest child): Reid-0, Reider, Reidy, the baby. Reid and I have always been friends, probably because we are five years apart in age. He is charming (the kid could sell spiders to an arachnaphobe), articulate, smart, loving, funny, crazy, daring, and full of spirit. He is young, but he is growing up. He is not really the chubby, little five-year-old that used to follow me around, but he will always be my baby brother, and I love him.

Well, that is my family. I think they are pretty wonderful. If you haven't met them yet, you should.