Tuesday, January 19, 2010

oh brother

Once upon a time, there was a little girl who had (besides two older sisters) a baby brother, who was not-quite-two years younger than she was. And he was pretty cute.

He liked to do things like ride his bike, play Super Mario Brothers, eat dill pickles, watch Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, beat all his siblings at chess, and play soccer.

(Sometimes he also liked to be annoying and yell "TORNADO" and then knock all his sister's Barbies over and destroy their Barbie houses, and then laugh. Mostly he didn't, though.)

Then, as we all do, he started to grow up and turn from "cute" to "awkward."

(That's as awkward as we'll go. We'll skip high school. See what I do for you? See what a good sister I am?)

Anyway, after the awkward bit, he was grown up. He still liked to play video games and eat pickles and play chess. He also developed a penchant for medieval trivia, playing saxophone in school bands, weight-lifting, and wearing funny t-shirts.

(This shirt says, if I remember right, "I used to be schizophrenic, but we're okay now.")

He danced in his sister's wedding (actually, all three sisters' weddings, but this is the one I have pictures of, unsurprisingly).

And he was a great favorite among his many nieces and nephews, who (depending on age) enjoyed being wrestled, chased, tickled, or tossed into the air, among other things.


Happy 24th birthday, Sam! Love you, little brother!

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