My little brother, Robert, is 25 years old today. A quarter of a century. God, that makes me feel old.
Before he was born, I had been the youngest for 5 1/2 years. And I liked it that way. When my mom asked me whether I thought she would have a little brother or a little sister, I cheekily replied, "Maybe you'll have a chair!" But, alas - I was never allowed to sit on my little brother. When I first saw him, however, I was smitten. He had big chubby cheeks until the age of 2 or 3, and I gave him the nickname "Bushy", short for "Bush Boy" (I was also going through an Australian folk song kick at the time - don't all 5-year-olds?).
Anyway, Robert, I hope your day is a good one!
4 comments:
Happy Birthday to your lil' bro...hope he has a great day filled with loads fun and laughter...and that's a lovely photo...thanks for posting it...it was wonderful reading through your post!!!
A Chair!!!
A chair???
A chair....
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