Today is my younger brother's 30th birthday. I'm having a really hard time believing that he's 30 now. Really? Seriously? I mean, I understand that time is constantly moving on, and if he's 15 months younger than I am, and I'm 31, he's obviously going to be 30 at some point. Still, I see him as the boy that I grew up with, fought with, traveled with, and did oh-so-many things with that I couldn't even begin to remember properly. I remember us sharing a room when we were really little and his terrified yelling that his "bed was shaking." Turned out to be a minor earthquake, believe it or not. I remember him feeding soy beans to the cat, smashing as much watermelon as he possibly could into his gullet, playing computer games way after his bedtime (unbeknownst to Mom and Dad), getting to jump on his bed Christmas morning to wake him up (if he didn't do it to me first!), flying to Japan and being with him there at my grandparents' house, and even the time he ran out of cash his first week in State Fair band (Mom and Dad bailed him out, no problem, but I think there was a lesson learned there!). He's always been the more quiet, reserved one of the two of us, and he's incredibly brilliant, thoughtful, hilarious, and determined. Now, he lives about a hour from where we grew up in his own condo, has a beautiful and amazing wife, is raising two slightly bizarre cats, works in the tech field on things I can't even begin to fathom, and still keeps in touch with his big pushy sister who lives 2000 miles away.
Happy 30th birthday, C. I'm lucky to have a brother like you, and I'll always wish the absolute best for you in everything you do and have. Have a wonderful 31st year, and make sure you let the cats have some birthday cake too!
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| Welcome home, little brother! (January 1982) |
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