Ode to D

Today I am officially old..my baby brother turns 21. As I write this, he is on his way out for a wild night of honey barbecue wings at B-Dubs and a Coke. It's so nice not to have a brother that you have to worry about on his 21st birthday. The wildest thing he will probably do is get the Asian Zing instead of the honey barbecue.

D and I have had some good times together. There was the time I made him saltwater popcycles...the time I dressed him as a lady...oh, and the time I chased him with a butcher knife. And when he was 3 weeks old, I dragged him onto the top bunk and left him there for a little bit. Memories.

I'm pretty lucky in that I have never had a sibling fight. Truth be told, we are both too passive to have any fights. We have a lot of fun though...I wish he weren't all the way in Joplin. I miss our late night Cosby marathons, trips to Wendy's, and talks about God.

Cheers, little bro...I miss you. Go find yourself a nice lady and move back to Topeka to live with us.