45 years ago my life took a sharp turn with the arrival of one screaming baby boy. The story goes that after 2 1/2 weeks I inquired of my parents "How long is he going to stay here anyway?" I didn't get it.
Brothers are funny things. At once dear and aggravating, thoughtful and thoughtless, best friend and foe du jour, greatest asset and greatest thorn in one's side....but always loved.
I suppose there's no one I could turn to who I could count upon more, that is as long as he's not busy chasing his kids, planting a garden, replacing a door, or taking stuff to the recycle station.
Love you lots my dear brother.....happiest of birthdays and many, many more.