To Ethrandil Thomiathin Brogelund

To Ethan Thomas Berglund.

As I sit here and try to think of something deep and meaningful, something that describes our friendship, I draw blanks.  How do you describe it?  We're hilarious.  We laugh at the smallest things.  Our laughs are really similar.  And that makes us laugh whenever someone (normally one of our sisters) looks at us askance and asks why are we like that?  Laughter.  That describes our friendship.

To think that the kid, who I met in a bowling alley on the small base of Hohenfels three years ago, would become one of my closest friends is awesome.  I'm really stunned how fast three years can fly.  And the past two have been a blur of memories.  A blur of laughter.  

Only a few weeks ago did I make your nickname that is now the title for this blog post.  Ethrandil (your elvish name) Thomiathin (Biblical name.  Like, Leviathan.) and then Brogelund (your gangster name).  I must say, it is a complete nickname.  It will definitely stick. 

What can we say?  We like looking classy.

You're always there with a stupendous grin on your face.

Definitely one of my favorite pictures of us.  Nathan (middle) wanted to see if we could get rid of his hiccups.. it worked.

There we are again, looking manly.

He plays guitar, has a bowtie, and has suave hair.  He's perfect for y'all, ladies.

That slicked back hair.

Random.  That's it.  We're all random.

Brothers.

Throwback Tuesday to the extreme.

Bowties are cool.

Crazy.

This pretty much sums up you.

Ready for Hawaii

As you get on that plane, remember.  And laugh.  It's been an awesome journey, bruv.  Stay who you are, love God, and keep laughing.  You've been an awesome friend, and I know our paths will cross again one day.  Have fun in Paradise!

Photo creds: Jared Patterson, Mrs. Mote, and Micaiah Lopez.