I can't wait to embarrass my brother
I can just imagine it
I'll meet him in the restaurant
And I'll squeak when I see him
It'll be loud, since I squeaked loudly when I met Joe after being parted only an hour once
But I'll squeak and run to hug him
And I'll hug him
And he'll be okay with it at first, but then I won't let up
And I'll probably start crying
And I'll try to remember to greet him the same way we said goodbye
With "Wingapo, Father!"
But I'll probably forget
And I'll keep hugging and cry like an idiot
And I'll squeak out words through the various tears
It's a good thing I'm shameless
Since I'm a very embarrassing person
But I'm thankful that the people I surround myself with
And will do once again
Are equally shameless
And open to my hyper-sensitive emotions
I hug them for hours and cry in their shoulders and chests
And I love them
And if I embarrass them
Which I likely do
I'm honored that they love me enough to let me carry on
And I can't wait to embarrass my brother
The whole B&B will watch
And over dinner I'll explain why this means so much to me
But I love him and miss him more than I ever thought I would
Which says a lot
Since I was already crying when we parted four months ago
Only 41 hours, I think
But that still seems like too long
I can't wait to embarrass my brother
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