I looked across the table at Michael who was telling me about his upcoming trip to Chicago. "Absolutely crazy about Madonna," he said. With difficulty I refrained from pinching his cheek. He was wearing a blue polo shirt with the word "Choice" embroidered onto the left shoulder and I felt proud of the grown-up he’s turned out to be. Being the brother of an old boyfriend, he’s certainly the closest I’ve ever come to having a sibling. He’s grown a couple feet, moved away from home, and come out of the closet since the last time we were hanging around regularly. Fascinating to interact for an hour with this young man, who’d been frozen as a little kid in my memory for so many years.
So different from his brother, but then he always has been.
* Guatemalan proverb