Sunday, April 12, 2009

Happy Birthday Little Bro

Dear Myba,

Okay....guilt trip. I know I'm two weeks late. I feel like a SCHMUCK! I had most of this letter already written when GG stole my thunder. It's not my fault she chose to go on your birthday! And then a crazy week ensued, one filled with my own birthday thoughts and then my first hiatus from the blog I've taken in over a year. Burn Out. It's happens to the best of us. I'm forgiving myself, because I find humor in the fact that you'll begin to understand now. You'll begin to understand....Because you are OLD!

What were you thinking getting to be the ripe old age of THIRTY? You do know that you now have to officially be responsible? (One could argue you already are...maybe even more than me, owning your own house and a business, with a wife and two kids to boot) But I argue that I win out. I have one more kid than you. And mine are two legged. Yours are four. (Insert mental picture of me sticking out my tongue at you here) Na Na Na Na NA NA!

In your 20's you could eff-up and people would chalk it up to being "young and stupid." Not anymore! After 30 you can no longer blame dumb decisions on being young. Your only excuse is being DUMB. But don't worry. You're not going to eff anything up.

I know you don't think so, but you are force to be reckoned with. There are not many people on this Earth with your drive. Your commitment. Your desire. For you, it takes more than your Average Joe just to get out of bed. But you keep doing it. Day in and Day out. Even when you don't want to. And when the wolf is scratching at your would be easy to crawl back into bed and say "Eff It!" Very easy. And I know there are days that that is exactly what you want to do. But you don't.

And that my dear Brother, is the very reason I admire you more than most anyone else I know. That is the reason I know you are going to make it. You are going to look back at these days and laugh. One day you'll say to me, "Remember when my world was caving in on all sides and there were days I thought I should just let it?" You're gonna say that to me and it's gonna make us laugh so hard, our sides will hurt. Tears will run down our faces and we wont be able to catch our breath.

Just like that time we lay awake in the dark making up hysterical compound names. We're gonna laugh like that again! I promise.

I love you so much little brother. We share things no one else will ever be able to understand. Like making it through this life without your two front teeth. When that's getting you down, don't you worry! I've got your back.

I've always got your back!

Happiest of Birthdays, Andy.
{Even if it is 2 weeks late!}
Let's stay up late and giggle till our sides hurt.

I love you,

Oh yeah...Happy Easter.


LACY said...

Alright where's your matching outfits easter pics? lol. I love that you called CJ-ceej, that is exactly what we call him!

Joanna said...

Very sweet. Mel and I have a game like that, too, where we make up compound names.

Siblings sure are special. And your brother ranks high on that special list.

Happy Belated Birthday, Andy.

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