My little brother is visiting from California for the week. He has a rough job. He works as a resident director for a Christian camp called Hume Lake in the Sequoia National Forest. His name is Chad.
Chad is one of the most joyful people I know; his smile and laughter light up a room. He is confident yet humble, a passionate leader yet a life-long learner, and a genuine, intentional friend. He is currently growing a patchy beard and has more technological devices on our couch than one could ever need. He gives solid hugs and asks great questions. He makes loud, goofy noises when he’s happy (which is most all of the time), and has since he was a toddler mumbling behind his “nuk.”
We moved a lot growing up…eight times, actually. Chad and I were all each other had for the first couple of months in a new place. We built forts out of moving boxes, roller bladed in the basement, watched cartoons in our sleeping bags and went on runs with our dog, Kelly. We’ve always been great friends, despite my superiority complex in middle school. Sorry, Chad. He’s helped remind me who I am in Christ during some tough times, and I’ve done the same for him.
I’m so thankful Finn will have Uncle Chad in his life. They will be the best of buds, I’m sure.