He's a lover of all things wine, video games and sports.
We joke that if worm races were a sporting event on tv....he'd watch it.
He could live off of Runzas and LaCasa's pizza.
He's the king of bullshit.
But as far as big brothers go, he's a keeper.
One of the first few days after I was born, my proud big brother waited outside all day long to tell everyone his little sister had arrived. He also took it upon himself to invite the mailman in to show me off. A bit of a shock to my mom as she comes downstairs to find a strange man standing over my bassinet. We continued to be best pals in those early days. Building forts out of the couch cushions and having "sleepovers" in the hallway. You see, our mom would never let us stay in each others rooms, but apparently we found a loop hole....cause one night she found us sleeping on the floor in our doorways which were right across from one another.
We went through those awkward "I hate you" teen years but as soon as I started high school and he went away to college we became friends again. We bonded over KState football and weekends at the lake. We worked together at Arby's. He generously "gave" me "his" car for my 16th Birthday....ya know, the one my parents had bought him 4 years earlier. He took me out drinking for the first time and gave me shots of tequila. Apparently a rite of passage in the David family. I snuck him into the Ohio State vs Michigan game using my sorority sisters student ID. Not an easy task. When a boy broke my heart he offered to beat him up. The day I graduated from college he got me a bottle of Cristal so I could drink it straight up, just like P. Diddy. He's the reason I can "proudly" say I've walked barefoot across the state lawn of Texas. We stood up for each other at our weddings and he was there the day Jamie was born. I don't think I say it enough...but he's a pretty great big brother and I'm lucky to have him.