Happy Birthday! Oh, man. You’re getting so old!
I found this beauty today. By the looks of it, this was taken on my 7th birthday? So you’d be five. That’s 24 years ago, bro.
I don’t think I could find a more 90’s picture if I tried. The couch, the hair. Awesome sweat suit.
No, but really. I know I poke a lot of fun at you. That’s what big sisters are for. And let’s be honest. You’ve taken your fair share of shots at me, too.
But I could always count on you. Remember that time when that mean girl made fun of my hair? I remember you telling me I’d look funny with straight, thin hair. I mean, basically, you were saying I have a big head. But it meant a lot at the time.
And remember when I helped you skip school all those times? Sorry, Mom and Dad.
Or the time I let you sleep on my floor after that scary movie you watched? How old were you then? Sixteen? Seventeen? You’ll never live that down.
We’ve buried treasure under a deck together, explored a tiny “forest” at the end of our street, kept each other’s secrets, held each other’s babies.
You’ve grown up to be a pretty awesome guy, Matt. You have a beautiful wife, a sweet, spunky little boy. I’m so proud of you for all you’ve accomplished.
So here’s to another almost thirty years! I know you’ll do great things.