23 years ago yesterday, my mom went into labor during dinner. My parents packed me off to the neighbor’s house and promised to call me when my brother was born, even if it was at 3 in the morning. I can very clearly remember sitting in their too-quiet kitchen, trying to focus on doing my homework. Well, he was born at 3, but they held off on calling me for a few hours. And then after school I got to go down to Georgetown University Hospital to meet the small elfin creature who was my longed-for baby brother. He had a smattering of reddish hair, pointy ears, and eyebrows so faint you could hardly see them. We’ve come a long way since then, Tim and I, although it still surprises me sometimes to see him all grown up. He’s got a lot more hair, for one thing, and he’s at least nine inches taller than I am. We’ve always had a good relationship – the 12 year age difference meant that there was no real sibling rivalry between us. And we definitely share the bond of knowing what it was like to grow up in our family. We have the same sense of humor, for the most part, although I’m sad to say he does not share my love of Monty Python. But all in all, he’s turned out to be a great brother and pretty cool person.
I did not manage to catch him in person today to wish him a Happy Birthday. I left him a message, but I also decided to harness the power of the Internet and say: Happy Birthday Tim! I hope 23 is a great year for you.
Love,
Hil
why thank you, I'm touched. :)
oh I feel the love!
What a lucky guy to have such a great older sister and how lucky for you to have been at an age you could truly participate in knowing him as a baby.
*sigh* so sweet.
Happy Birthday TIM!