It’s somebody’s birthday today.
22 years ago today, my dad took me to the hospital to visit my new baby brother. Everyone was so excited for me to be the Big Sister, so I assume I believed it would be cool, too.
I don’t remember walking through the hospital and arriving to my mom’s room, but I’ve seen videos of how interested I was when I first met Brian. I touched him (too roughly) and I kissed him and I told him I loved him.
And then I got off the bed and said to my dad, “Okay, can we take him back now?”
As in, return him.
No, no, Colleen. He’s coming home with us.
Jesus. Talk about the shock of the century.
I got over it eventually, and Brian quickly became (and has stayed) one of my very best friends. It’s mainly because he makes me laugh like no one else can.
And because he used to let me dress him up and turn him into my sister “Brittany.” And sometimes, if I’m lucky, I can still get him to color coordinate with me.
Brian is the life of party. And I mean that in the sense that he’s literally one of those people who lights up a room when he enters it, and he has the ability to make everyone feel important. But, he’s also really fun to party with
After I graduated from college, Brian, Cory and I went backpacking through Europe for two weeks. I was shocked when so many people said things like “You want to travel with your brother for two weeks?” I think it’s sad when people don’t get along with their siblings.
We’re close in age, we get along, we can laugh and be silly together and we lean on each other when we’re a little shaky. Happy birthday, Brian! I’m so glad we didn’t take you back
Oh, and Brian, I’ve got one more thing to say to you. In the form of a blunt card.
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Wish my brother a happy birthday!