Holy Freakin' Cow.
My baby brother, the one whose impending arrival into the world 16 years ago left me in a state of shock and awe, the one whose made my life, and the life of my family and my boys so much more exciting, the one who just the other day, still sat on my lap for a few minutes even though he's a giant and thank heavens he didn't fart, is 16 years old today.
It's hard to believe. Really, it is.
Who'd a thunk that this kid who, 8 years ago (half his life ago) when I got married wasn't even shoulder high, would now be taller than me, stretching himself out at night for a few more inches. Or, that he'd be wearing a size 15 shoe.
He's tall and handsome. He's smart and funny. He's kind and sincere. He takes honors classes and gets good grades. He's a good writer and a good ice shaver. He willingly plays with his crazy nephews and lets them use him as a bean bag chair. He sings, he goes to dances, he isn't too cool to go bowling with his parents and sisters on his Christmas break.
If you get the chance to meet him, he'll let you know that one day, he's going to be famous. He looks good in purple. He's a really good basketball player.
I don't know what we'd all do without him.
He's my baby bwudur, and I luf him a lot.
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