Today, Sugars, is a great day. Today is my brother's 31st birthday! On this day 31 years ago, my brother began his journey to become the most ornery person in the world.
A word on my brother. He and I were the only children in an Army family. That means you kind of have to be friends, otherwise you'll be left talking only to your Barbies and be that weird kid at the new post that no one wants to hang out with. Fortunately, my brother was pretty cool, so this was a solid deal.
While my parents taught me all the important things in life like, getting an education, balancing a checkbook and hosting the perfect party, my brother taught me all the fun things. Where my parents instilled a rule in me, my brother taught me how to break it- without actually breaking it. While Mom and Dad taught me how to drive a car, my brother taught me how to beat the 'Expected Arrival Time' on GPS (or at that time, the mapquest expected travel time).
It was with my brother that I had my first sip of alcohol and that I went to my first ever concert. My brother's hockey playing inspired my own figure skating (i'm the better skater, in case you were wondering). And I'm pretty sure I learned every curse word from him.
Before you get the idea that we have some kind of weird Brady Brunch relationship, it was also my brother who accidentally kicked out my two front teeth and who pushed me in the pool (in a little tikes car at age 4 and in my clothes at my grad party at age 22). He teases me mercilessly, but don't worry. I always have the upper hand.
So Happy Birthday, Big Bro. You taught me a lot, but I'll always school you.
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