Happy Birthday, Bro!
Yesterday was my middle brother Garret's 21st birthday and we took him out for dinner. I know, you are thinking "he just turned 21 and he went out with you and your kids?" Yup. He was a bit of a -ahem- rebel when he was younger, so the "usual" 21 bday party antics really weren't in order. Kind of a "been there, done that, puked on the t-shirt" sort of thing. So instead we went to a local gourmet pizza place that has lots of micro-brew beers on tap and had a great dinner with him and his wife.
I feel really lucky to have such a great brother. When we were kids he was a royal pain in my arse (right. what little brother isn't...). About the time he turned 12, when most brothers are at their height of buttheadedness, mine got totally cool. I was 19 and was a swim teacher. He volunteered his whole summer to help me out and all he wanted in return was a day at Six Flags. I know a good deal when I see one, so I took him up on his offer and we had a blast hanging out all summer, teaching little kids to swim and then at the end of the summer we whooped it up at Six Flags.
I took a lame pic below of a page in my scrapbook. Can you see us hamming it up all super tan with our bleach blonde hair? Good times, good times. I can always count on Garret to be dumb with me and have fun. He has become such a great man. When our dad died, he was the closest to him, so I was really worried about him for a bit, but he has really made a great life for himself and his darling wife, Kate. I am super proud of you, dude! Happy Birthday, I really hope you had a great night! I love you!