|1990 – Holding my little brother, David|
It just blows my mind that my youngest brother is a quarter of a century today! I remember putting him in my doll’s pram and pretending that he was my own baby. I took him to school shortly after he was born, for show-and-tell, and I insisted on carrying him into the classroom myself. I read him stories, dressed him, fed him, and played with him for hours. Even as we got older, he always remained “baby David” to me. To think that he is now a fully grown man, who is turning 25 today makes me wonder where all the years went. Now that we are older, and living on opposite sides of the world, we don’t get that quality time together anymore, and that is sad but the memories are engrained so the distance doesn’t change anything.
The next big birthday is my other brother Richard’s, and that one blows my mind too because he will be turning 30. I don’t even feel like I am in my thirties and next thing I know, Richard will be there. I forget my age all the time, and often find myself asking Justin, “How old am I again?” I feel like I’m still about 25, but I’m sure that as the years start flying by and Elijah’s birthdays start rolling round, it will feel even more surreal than it does to have David turn 25.
Happy Birthday Baby Brother.
I love you!