Again With The Belatedness

Yesterday was my oldest brother's birthday. He turned....oh I shouldn't say....it's not polite.

When have I ever been polite?

My oldest brother turned 35 yesterday. I think there are several rites of passage one goes through as he or she grows up. One of those is certainly realizing that your sibling is so totally a grownup. (I do not see this epiphany happening anytime soon for either one of my brothers when they think about me)

I don't really know my oldest brother super duper well. I know that I love him and that I proudly call him my big brother. I know that when I do get to see him, it's as if no time at all has passed and I can't help but take what he says with a sort of reverance, that "he's my Big Brother" type of thinking. It falls just short of going "Yes. Okay. Yes. Okay. Oh look, there's a halo of light around you. Pretty!" Maybe it's because he is 9 years older than I am, maybe it's because we didn't spend all that much time together during our growing up years. We're bonded though and I am really grateful for that.

Don't ever take your oldest brothers for granted. Someday they turn into grownups and it becomes embarassing for them when you say "Hey remember when you used to give me a quarter to go up to Mom and say 'Like, ew Mom gag me with a spoon! This meal is like totally knarly.' "

Happy Birthday! :)