Happy Birthday to Bro!

Happy Birthday to the biggest of my "little" brothers

-- the man of many faces ...

and names. (What do we call you now exactly?)

I know the name he's proudest of is being

Drew's Dad!

As your big sister, I remember many things about you ...

I remember when Dad used to nap with you like this.

I remember when you/we were younger.

I remember lots and lots of semi-embarrassing things about you.

Silly sibling stuff like:

• how we were best buds and used to play marine biologist;
• how much we enjoyed messing with people's heads in the drama department;
• enduring scary car trips to Church (you didn't really believe I'd pull over, did you!?);
• rare quiet family moments watching the Bob Ross, the Happy Painter;
• how kids used to LOVE you at Church and want to hang out with you (and NOT me);
• how proud we were of your your well-deserved sportsmen awards;
• your panicked face and fight to the school nurse when you shattered the window in my face;
• your mad saxophone skills;
• why exactly you should always listen to your brothers when it comes to dating;
• how you liked to rock the canoe when we went out paddling with Dad;
• how excited you get about UCONN basketball, the RedSox, and other New England sports teams now that you are out West;
• why exactly, you shouldn't wrestle with the vacuum cleaner and then lie to your parents about it, (call me Scarface);
• and our school trip to Puerto Rico and whyyou should never mess with these here siblings,
• to name just a few.

Despite all the teasing, razzing, lecturing, whining, and oh, did I mention teasing?,

I mostly remember how glad I am that you are my "big" brother.

Even though you weren't exactly the present I had hoped was on lay-away for my 2nd birthday, I'm glad that the stork made her delivery 9 months later.

(Thanks Mom and Dad. I guess he is exactly what I wanted after all.

But really, did you have to celebrate my birthday THAT way. Really?)

Happy Birthday litte brudder!