On this the day of my one and only brother and twin-face’s birthday, I have a few things to say.
- As a baby, in order to teach Chris to crawl (which he apparently refused to do), my parents placed M&Ms in a line in front of him. This technique is still necessary to get me to do anything. (Gummy bears are good, too.)
- I am three years older than my brother, but regardless of the biological impossibility, we are twins.
- It’s just a fact.
- No really.
- His head will become detached from his body if he forgets to wear the baseball hat. That’s why he looks so concerned in that third photo.
- A few summers ago we took a road trip to San Francisco, just him and myself. On the return drive, we stopped at every single 24-hour drive-thru Starbucks we could find en route to purchase large iced coffees. I won’t tell you what happened on that 17-hour journey. It wasn’t pretty.
- He’s a wonderful letter-writer. Eloquent and passionate.
- He takes care of us three sisters and our mom. You’ve never seen a better fellow.
- He’s 21 today.
- Happy Birthday, buddy. Love and coffee and Klondike Bars to you.