Today I want to wish a VERY Happy Birthday to my older brother, Derek.
It’s hard sometimes to put in to words my love for him, especially after all of the years of him tormenting me, beating me up, and refusing I talk to his friends (we’re 18 months apart so this was difficult for me). Regardless of how mean he USED to be, we’ve grown very, very close over the past several years (I think it was one of the things my Dad sought over) and I couldn’t be more proud to call him not only a brother, but one of my best friends. We’ve even worked together, which most people thought would never work (so far I can report we’re still both alive.)
I’ve seen him more this year than I have the past 5 years since he moved to San Francisco (I’ve been there twice, we both went to Indianapolis) and this weekend he’s finally visiting ME in New York! I can’t wait to celebrate and give him one of those (annoying) hugs he always loves!
Happy Birthday, Derek. I love you!