Monday, September 6, 2010
It's still weird to me to think of my brothers as adults. It's even weirder than thinking of myself as an adult.
My little brother, Chris--the middle child--was my first playmate.
We are 2 and a half years apart.
He was the daddy when we played house.
He was my student when we played school.
He was the customer when we played bank/post office/grocery store/etc.
And now he's 30.
I didn't even hesitate! YES! My little brother should have a great party! He has been through a lot in his 30 years and he is finally happy...and yes, there should be a party for that.
Then a bunch of Chris and Sarah's friends and family came over. And we waited....
Chris is not a fan of being the center of attention. He doesn't really like surprises. But I think he was happy with this one--once the shock wore off, of course.
So I say happy birthday, little brother. And happy family. We love you guys very, very much!