>Today is my Baby Brother’s Bday!!
Yup. Let’s see, he’s….um…we are all SO old that I can only remember how old we all are by tallying us up in relation to each other. Does that make sense? Maybe not, but it does to me! So, let’s see, John is 44. Whoa. Yeah, and he’s my BABY brother. Yipes.
Anyhow my wonderful dear funny kind fantastico brilliant brother, John is celebrating his bday today in his brand new locale: Micronesia.
Yup, read that again: Micronesia.
Yup. Sounds like a state of mind, no? And, one could argue, with John, that it could apply quite well, somehow, if it was an actual state of mind. Does that make sense? No? Well, maybe not, but it does to me and I KNOW it does to him too!
John makes me laugh. He is a gift because he is crazy kind, but he is more so because no one else can make me laugh so very hard. Til I cry. Of course, it’s all lies and twisted memories… but they can make my sister and I just howl with laughs.
And today I want to tip my hat to my little dear brother.
Because it’s his birthday.
Because I love him so much.
Because I love his gorgeous family: his beautiful Parisian wife and his stunning brilliant daughters (my nieces!).
Because he has bravely grabbed a brass ring that flew by and just moved, radically, to Micronesia.
Because he is now a grand poohbah in Micronesia: a muckety-muck in the Attorney General’s office…either the Assistant Attorney General of Micronesia or the de facto Attorney General or the Gofer Attorney General or something of that sort.
But I know it’s a big deal because they sent a cargo container to move his family’s stuff over the ocean to live in Micronesia and work.
He’s an old pro at this, having lived and loved living in Vanuatu years ago.
Because he’s a surf rat and tennis pro at heart, under that pin striped suit.
So I think he will fit right in and be immediately at home.
And I am wishing him a happy happy paradise of a birthday, with foofy tropical drinks, sparkling sun, and great waves to surf today.
Because he’s my baby brother.
And I break into tears whenever I see him (because it’s never often enough).
And then we both laugh.
And I hug him tight.
Happy Happy Birthday John!
We love you!
Catch a wave, surf’s up!