Today is my “big” brother’s birthday. This is us:
Can you tell now why I refer to my little brother who is six years younger than me as my “big” brother? It’s because he’s more than half a foot taller than me. I’m not really sure when that happened. In honor of his birthday, here is a letter to him…
I’m not really sure when a lot of things happened. The last thing I remember you were brought home from the hospital. We loved you instantly. Your sisters wanted to do everything for you. Hold you, feed you, play with you. Heck, I even remember secretly changing your diaper one time because we wanted to be your mom. And by “we” I mean your two older sisters. In a moment you became the center of our lives.
I’m not really sure when you stopped being a baby. It must have happened pretty fast. Before anyone realized what was happening you were off to the races. You climbed trees with us, you ran in circles in the yard with the dog, suddenly you wanted your toy gun collection to be stored with our barbies. Then you were potty-trained and there was no more secretly changing your diapers.
I’m not really sure when you started having an opinion of your own. We got you to dress up like a girl at least a couple of times before then. But then you started bringing your lightsabers into the mix and we just didn’t know what to do with that. You started to make friends. I’m pretty sure you were funny from the moment you could talk. And could do better tricks on the trampoline. You started sledding down the hill by yourself, reading books with chapters, and building your own fort in the woods. When did that happen?
I’m not really sure when you started into a teenager. You had lots of friends, you were so smart, and still very very funny. I moved away to college and it’s like you got put on one of those stretching torture devices. You were so. much. taller. all of a sudden. I remember coming home for Christmas one year. You met me in the airport and I didn’t even recognize you. You had this deep manly voice and you were taller than me. All those years when I tickled you to death and they said one day you’d be bigger than me I didn’t believe them. Until that moment. When you were, in fact, bigger than me. I had lots of explaining to do.
I’m not really sure when you grew up, graduated high school, and turned into the big man on campus. You’re still so smart, so funny, and have lots of friends. All of a sudden you’re making big decisions like what you want to do with your life and stuff. You have the most precious girlfriend. I’m glad she’s great because I would hate to have to kill you if you had a terrible girlfriend. So good choice. I told you that you were a smart kid. Ehem, young man.
I’m not really sure when you turned into a young man!?!?! How did this happen?
Regardless, I want to wish you a giant happy birthday. I’m so proud of you.