My brother turns 40 on Wednesday.
My younger brother. My little brother.
OK, not so little. He is, after all, soon to be 40. He got married before I did, had kids before I did, defended his country, which I never did. Not long ago his actions quite likely saved someone's life.
Not so little.
A goofball, for sure. He makes me laugh. He makes everybody laugh.
He lives too far away. I just got to see his family for the first time in 5 freakin' years, which is WAY too long. I intend to try to make sure THAT never happens again.
I don't talk with him enough either. He and I both mention this frequently, when we do talk, and say how we want to try to communicate more. Then our lives intervene, and we go for weeks without a word. My sister too, though I see her more often (since she lives in the same state), but still not often enough.
Anyway, my brother is One Cool Dude, he's got a great life and family, and I love and miss him, and I'm really proud of him.
I didn't start out to write something quite so sentimental, but oh well, that's what came out.
The truth is, he's also a Judas Priest-listening, no-hair-having, Cowboy-watching, tattooed psycho nutjob freak. Keep up the good work, bro!
Happy birthday.
1 comment:
Wow Wayne, Just Wow. Maybe I am overly sentimental myself, but this made me tear up. We are blessed to have the closeness we have with one another as siblings. I am so very proud to call "The Dave" and "The Wayne" my brothers. I love you both.
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