Even though he cried the day I was born (he wanted a brother, not another little sister),
picked on me when I was younger...and, that's still happening,
called me fatty growing up, it was a term of endearment, right?
He'll always be my favorite brother.
I miss him being around.
l loved dropping weekend plans to go out to dinner, just the two of us, in DC,
and I bawled the day he and Lorena moved to Sweden.
I miss my brother, lots,
but I always look forward to when I get to hang out with him next.
Thankfully, that hang out time will be here before I know it.
Beginning a week from Saturday.
I.Can't.Wait!
Until then, Happy Birthday, boy!
You're 32, sheesh!
I sure do miss you,
but I love you being far away,
only because I'm selfish and I enjoy a good vacation!
See you next week in Portugal!
2 comments:
Thanks Mays.
That's super sweet. I enjoyed reading about your love for your brother. Have an awesome time together in Portugal (jealous!).
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