...when he was still my little brother.
Now he's all grown-up and having birthdays, and stuff.
My brother is a champ... in a family of three siblings, he's in the middle between two very opinionated sisters. His birthday always falls during a whirlwind week of celebrating the women in our family - mother's day, our mother's birthday, and our aunt's birthday, too. Same week. Ha. Our mom used to be frustrated by having to celebrate a combo birthday with her sister - imagine our poor Bill! But he's seriously the best. He reminds me of those beautiful stones the sea churns out - just smooth and collected.
Happy birthday, Bill. I love you.

My brother is a champ... in a family of three siblings, he's in the middle between two very opinionated sisters. His birthday always falls during a whirlwind week of celebrating the women in our family - mother's day, our mother's birthday, and our aunt's birthday, too. Same week. Ha. Our mom used to be frustrated by having to celebrate a combo birthday with her sister - imagine our poor Bill! But he's seriously the best. He reminds me of those beautiful stones the sea churns out - just smooth and collected.
Happy birthday, Bill. I love you.
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