A letter to Brandon

Dear Brandon,

I honestly don’t know how I’m gonna start this letter, so I’m just gonna wing it.

So me and you have a common person, Peggy. It was a little over a year ago when my adoptive mother first introduced me to you. She had just been through a big new shift in her life and you ended up being part of that shift. I’ll never forget the day she first told me about you.

We had a church event that Saturday known as the “7 I Am’s”. I was taking a nap about a couple hours before the event when she woke me up with a phone call asking me was I still coming to the event. Now this call had me suspicious considering that we had both been talking about the event for more than two weeks. In my mind I was like “she knows I’m coming. We’ve been talking about it for the longest time”. I was suspicious that she was really calling me about something else and my curiousity was right. She was really calling me about you.

Mama Peggy was really calling me to tell me that she had started seeing you and that we would be meeting for the first time ever that day at church. She also wanted me to be nice to you, which kind of annoyed me when she first said it because I was like “what else am I gonna be to him? When am I ever not nice?”. My older sister eventually opened my eyes to how warranted mama’s statement was, telling me that I definitely come with a warning label.

Now that the ice is broken I can be honest with you enough to admit that I wasn’t exactly excited about meeting you when mama first told me about you. It wasn’t anything personal, I’ve just never been big on being friendly with new faces and it took some friends and family members to finally help me come to turns with that complicated part of myself.

I can also be honest enough with you to tell you that I never really had any plans for us being best friends, but after we met overtime you kept making an honest effort to communicate with me. If anyone were to ask me why I think my older sister Rudy summed it up best: you Brandon are very important to my mother and I’m very important to my mother, so it’s important to her that we have a good relationship and interestingly enough we do have a good relationship.

In the time since we first met you’ve always made a conscious effort to reach out to me. Matter of fact, you reach out to me more than I reach out to you and in doing so I’ve found that we have a lot in common. We both like wrestling, we both like Marvel and we both like Mortal Kombat. I have come to not only accept you, but understand that you are a good man who is very accepting of those around you.

The best thing I could say I know about you is you are good to my mother. I know she really loves you and I know you really love her dearly. You have brightened up her life and brought her joy and peace in a way that I have not seen in nearly 8 years. You are a big part of what makes her life better and knowing that kills any reservations I may have had about you before. When God brought you to her he put her in the right hands. I’m glad she has you.

On a side note I’m also glad she has someone who’s actually taller than her. I didn’t think such a person existed. So Brandon, thank you for making my mother happy and…welcome to the family.