I finally got a confirmation email from my brother indicating he had received my “Happy Birthday!” email, so now I can do a Birthday entry for him. What? Yes, I said I sent him a “Happy Birthday!” email, what’s your point? I know that’s cold and heartless but I’m busy, and moving, and I didn’t have his address, and then there’s the time difference, and then…
Yeah, I know. I suck.
But – in his honor – I’m going to give you a few funny tidbits about BroZ and I.
- We were VERY close as children because we went to catholic school (with uniforms) and to Southern Baptist after-school care. Since we were kinda The-Freaks-In-The-Uniforms-Who-Worship-Mary, we tended to stick together.
- My brother had an “E” that was a large blanket that he started dragging it around with him as a baby. However, periodically my mom would sneak it away while he was sleeping and cut chunks off of it to make it less cumbersome. By the time he gave “E” up, it was about the size of a kleenex.
- Nope. He never figured it out. I’m the smart one.
- BroZ lived with me for about four weeks a couple years ago while we helped get Mom back on her feet post-aneurism. Yes – I lived with my Lil’ Brother AS AN ADULT for FOUR WEEKS and we did NOT kill each other! I think that’s amazing. I even cried when he left.
- I was always bigger and stronger than my brother. I still am.
- That’s a lie. He shot up about 10 feet in 7th grade and I did NOT. I have topped out at 5ft 2in while he’s about 6ft 1in. But I’m still stronger.
- I graduated from High School three years before my brother. I was voted “Most Dependable” as a Senior Superlative. Three years later? He was voted the same thing. It’s in our GENES – the dependability, it is.
- My dad used to let me take BroZ shopping for clothes as he got older. I always wanted him to wear what was “cool” and “trendy” which, was NEVER good because I had ZERO sense of style. One of these shopping excursions ended with him wearing a pair of purple and black “Hammer Pants” along with a purple t-shirt. I also styled his hair to go WITH the outfit. And I had about as much skill in the hair styling department as I did in the clothing department. In other words? My brother was my giant doll and I sucked at dressing him. I will forever feel dreadful for the humiliation he must have felt at my hands. Luckily, he dresses himself now.
- When I came home from college my first Christmas, BroZ hung up a sign that said “Welcome Home Fatty” or some such compliment.
- BroZ is training to run his first IronMan in the fall. That is over 100 miles biking, a marathon run, and a 2 or so mile swim. He’s the KRAZEE one in the family.
- I don’t think there is ANYONE in the world who can make me laugh as hard or as much as BroZ. And only HALF of those times are because he looks funny.
- I have always been terribly proud of my brother. From showing him off when he visited my High School as an 8th grader, to introducing him to friends as an adult. I have always bragged on everything he does. From leaving Seattle to help take care of Mom when she was sick, to carrying my son around on his shoulders forEVER walking around Las Vegas (it’s hot there, you know). Even though I’m the big sister, I will always look up to him as a role model. I love you, BroZ. Happy Birthday.