Mr. Wonderful

This is my brother, Jeremy Paul and I at Disneyland---->

Let me tell you a little bit about him. Well a very little bit because he's so amazing that if I tried to write everything down it would take too long and it is already rather late.

name: Jeremy Paul Heath, aka Mr. Wonderful
preferred name(very important): J.P.
age: 17
occupation: high school student
likes: people, diet coke, movies, Bloomberg, economics, business, cartoons, eating out, his "flippy", asking seemingly endless streams of questions, Disneyland, pretend play, chilling in his room etc.
dislikes: bossy people (like his sisters), "stupid" rules, dressing up, being called Jeremy (he says his full name is too fancy), showering (hence the bossiness... "yes J.P. you have to take a shower before church." "I don't care what people think! It doesn't matter!" "Um yes it does. You're a boy and boys smell."), being smothered by sisterly affection, the "R" word

Today I took him to Disneyland. We went on thunder mountain twice in a row! Yeah! (That's his third favorite ride after Tower of Terror and Indiana Jones) After 5 rides, a nice relaxing dinner at Storyteller's cafe, and enjoying the Christmas atmosphere together we were content with having had a great afternoon/evening.

That's how life always is when I'm with him. I can be myself... completely ridiculous and goofy because I know he loves me regardless and is entertained by my antics. More than just love for me, he has love for everyone. It makes me smile when he says to some tired worker or waiter, "Hi! How are you doing tonight?" And he really means it. They're usually taken aback by the sincerity and smile with a reply.

I love him so much! So I'll walk around Disneyland holding my brother's hand completely apathetic to the questioning looks we receive. Tonight in line for the second time for Thunder Mountain we were talking about the problems rich people have and he turned to me and said, "We're rich in love." I smiled and was glad that the statement was true.*





*This is a reference to a story from July 2.
Archive, July 2nd: "The other day my brother and I were driving. And he asked me an odd question, as he usually does. He asked me if I was rich in love. I paused and thought about the question. After thinking a little while I told him that I think I'm rich in love in the sense that I receive so much and I'm surrounded by such loving friends and family, but I am like scrooge. I have a wealth of love, but don't lavish it on the people I'm closest to. I try to store it up."