As a female, it's nice to have male friends become brotherly figures. Two friends of mine are biological brothers, and I feel like I am their sister when we're together. Sometimes I would even prefer that one of them introduce me to others as a relative so we could just avoid the awkward, but inevitable question; "Do you two date?"

I have grown up with my brothers from another mother. We played sports together from a young age, our families carpooled and we ended up at the same town gatherings often.

These guys have my back and I couldn't ask for anything more. We call each other just to catch up and to chat about the ridiculous things we have all been up to. We have intense conversations about absurd topics like the universe, or the shapes the clouds are resembling that day. They check up on me when I am going through a hard time, and I try to do the same for them. Even if we haven't spoken in a while, when we finally do, it feels like we saw each other the day before. I ask them for advice, and sometimes I even take it.

They love the outdoors and athletics, and I love engaging in these activities along with them. I'm mostly capable of ordering one's burrito at Chipotle without asking him what he wants and I can probably order the other's pizza at a shop without consulting him. I can certainly order both of their drinks at the bar with no complaints. When I can't bring myself to finish what I've ordered for myself, food or drink, they are my personal "trash cans."

They don't judge me when I make poor choices, they only tell me that I could have made better ones in hindsight. I can talk to them about my relationships, my family and my goals and they will actively listen.

I get excited to hear about their last adventure and I enjoy telling them about mine. I do my best to keep up when we go on our small adventures together, and they try to be patient when I fall behind.

They don't rush me when I am getting ready to go out with them. I praise them for so patiently waiting on my slow and steady routine of choosing an outfit, putting on makeup and fixing my hair just right.

I know how to push their buttons and they no doubt know how to push mine. They know how to make my day and I know how to make theirs. We only want the best for each other, whether we irk each other endlessly that day or not. We call each other "basically family" because we basically are. When I think about these past few years of college, I can't imagine them without these two nearby.

I am thankful for my brothers from another mother and they better be thankful for their sister from another mister too... because I'm doubtful they'd have a clue about handling females if they didn't have a sisterly figure.