19 years ago today, my little brother was born.
I remember it like it was yesterday. My sister and I were staying at my grandparents’ house. I was wearing my French-rolled, stonewashed jeans and a purple teddy bear sweater.
“It’s a boy!” Grams screamed from the other room. She feverishly began scribbling down the details of his birth.
A boy? I was sure it was going to be a girl. What am I going to do with a brother?
Over the last 19 years, I’ve found several things to do with him… like torture our sister, try to bake with hardboiled eggs, team up on our parents, teach him the joys of shopping, and most importantly, instill in him a love of shoes.
It’s hard to believe my little brother is a freshman in college. He has grown into a God-fearing young man; I couldn’t be more proud of who he has become.
Happy Birthday, David! I love you!