Happy Birthday Wallstreet

Today is my brother's birthday. He works for Goldman Sachs. Wallstreet kinda stuff. I'm not quite sure what he does, but it's stressful and he works a lot--huh, sounds like my job.

I was thinking about my brother this morning, all the fond memories we have shared. I recalled a time when I was about 12 and he was 9. I was babysitting my siblings. He was soooo mad at me that he chased me through the family room and down the kitchen. He shoved me against the kitchen wall and yelled "You are not the boss of me!!"......Ah, such sweet memories--and, he was completely out of line, because I am not at all bossy.

Last summer, I came to the conclusion that I wanted to be my brother when I grow up. He doesn't care what other people think, he just does his own thing. He is an amazing dad. He looks important. I just look like I'm afraid of my kids. He always has money in his pockets. I'm serious. I think if I asked him for $75 in the middle of the night, he'd pull it right out of his underwear.

I think that both my brothers find me incredibly annoying, but I miss them. A lot.
Happy Birthday Tyler. I truly love you.