Sunday, May 4, 2014


Us looking like adorable dorkwads at Niels' high school graduation like 3 years ago.

Niels is NOT my favorite brother, but he is sort of my best friend brother. I mean, they’re all definitely best friend canidates, but Kai recently cussed me out for parking in his parking spot, Finn likes Kendal more, and Lars would rather hang out with Adam. Plus, Niels is like my sister-brother. He cares about style and we totally get each other. He gets home from his mission SO SOON, and I just can’t wait. 

Here are some things I adore about Niels:

He’s (one of) the funniest people I know. I already have several blog posts dedicated to this. 
Most of the good music I listen to is because of him. (The Faj Mahal also gets some credit.)
He loves me a lot and wrote me the sweetest letters on my mission.
One time he wrote a beautiful poem, just for my mom. He doesn’t need recognition and credit from lots of people.
His writing is beautiful.
He loves everyone and makes everyone feel like a million bucks when they are with him. He’s observant and cares about all the little details in the lives of those he loves.
He coughs loud in my dad’s ear when there is a bad word in a song that is playing.
He follows his heart.
He loves his mission.
He gets really excited for me when cool guys ask me out.
He tells me what pants make my butt look big.
When I’m ready for bed, he cuddles up in my bed before I get in and TAKES LIKE AN HOUR TO LEAVE.
He shows me music videos when I’m ready to go to bed.
He loves my friends as much as I do and is fiercely loyal to those he loves.
He is passionate and dramatic.
He talks everything out with me. 
He thinks I’m awesome and stylish and lovely even when I’m worried and acting psycho and wearing pants that make my butt look big.
He thinks seriously and deeply.
He loves God.
He respects our mom. He just understands her heart and sees right to her core.
Also, he thinks he is super hot. If he was a tool, he’d be the worst. But since he’s so awesome and funny, he can somehow get away with it. He’ll walk around the house wearing new pants and say things like, “I’m sorry, but these pants look so good on me!” And when seeing a picture of him and I in my dad’s office, he would say, “Who’s that handsome devil??”
He FREAKS OUT when someone ate the rest of the cupcakes, or beans, or anything he was having a craving for: "What the HECK! Who ate all the CUPCAKES?!?" (This is the #1 impersonation our family does of him since he’s been gone.)
We hipster dance and always think it’s hilarious.
He loves making jokes LIKE THIS: (I found several pictures like this in his file on my computer

1 comment:

  1. This is adorable Natalie. Makes me wish I had a brother!