From the day Brodie was born, I knew that he and Marley were complete opposites. From who they resembled to their personalities to what they liked to eat, opposites.
Right here, 6 and a half years later, I have the picture to prove it.
At school there was a “dress like what you want to be when you grow up. Marley, completely confident in himself, decided he wanted to dress as a Daddy. So, we made a makeshift sling and grabbed one of our baby dolls and he was set. Now it was Brodie’s turn. And, as I said, on the complete opposite end of parenting and nurturing, he chose “an army guy”. Albeit, it was hard for this tree hugging, peace loving hippie to swallow, I focused on the honor and protection soldiers are dedicated towards. But I knew the real appeal was fighting and weapons. Opposites.
I should also add that I, in no way, staged this photo. Brodie chose to point his finger gun at me and Marley put his arm around Brodie and went to loving his baby. How do such opposites end up the best of friends?