I have one brother. Aaron is the type that does everything better than everyone else, it makes you want to beat him up; but if you are going to try you better know how to run fast and lock the bathroom door. :)
Aaron and I have a love/hate relationship I love him and he just hates it. Just kidding - although honestly read this fast because he is probably making me take it down right now.
He drove me to West each day on his bike. He (and Em) wrote my name huge on the butt of all my underwear for camp so that "even if I was found face-down in a ditch they would know who I was". I am the official tester of all homemade tree elevators and wrestling moves. He even employed me to reload shotgun shells (was it a penny/shell?)... man where would I be without him? :)
No, Aaron is always a great example; he is fearless yet kind, fun, and has that Jackman perfect mix of poetry and meanness that keeps everything real.
He saved my butt with a piggy back ride when we had pushed my parents too far by fighting in the car and they made us walk home...
When he called home from his mission and I was sick of feeling different with "Claar, we're Jackmans we not supposed to fit in"...
At my wedding when he hugged me and told me how proud he was of me...
When I've needed sprinklers, help making it though taking care of Grandma, or this week when I needed my car brought back from the dead.
We all know that lollipops, sunshine, and flowers is not going to happen when Jackmans get together so here it is ... thanks man, I love you.
-Claar
