I love my brother. He is weird, funny, protective, loving, obnoxious and charming...even if he doesn't want to admit it. No matter how old he or I get he will always be Robby to me. Try as he may, I will never call him Robert. Partly because it is too formal for me and partly because I am one of very few who can get away with calling him Robby and not get hurt. I have trained my children to follow in my footsteps. Except for the few short months that Red called him "Uber Body" instead of Uncle Robby. Too bad that didn't stick. Better yet, Robby got married and managed to make beautiful little family with my sister in law. My nephews are adorable and sometimes I think I might sneak em home with me. Until I remember that Dan and I have already created a zoo of our own. My sis in law just got offered a job in San Jose as a school psychologist. She has been aspiring to be a school psychologist for as long as I can remember and her dream is finally coming true and wisking her and the family up North. Although I am so happy for the new adventure that faces them I am so sad that our "clan" is starting to spread its wings. I remember how good it was for Dan and I when we first got married to be on our own, away from family. We became even closer and it really taught us to rely on one another as our own family unit. In some ways I envy their fresh start and in others I feel I have already moved enough to last a lifetime! Anyway, these last few days have been sad for me. My big brother is moving away. I already feel as though I don't get enough time with him. I know they will be home for holidays and such, but it just won't be the same.