Eric and me, all dressed up for a flight to go visit Grandma in New Jersey~ Minneapolis, 1987
Growing up, my brother and I did everything together. Since we weren't allowed to watch much TV and lacked electronic toys in general, we had to learn to entertain ourselves. Sometimes to the point of being downright weird. ("What's up Sassy? Nothing Belly.")
True partners in crime, we enacted giant, crazy-looking forts in the living room, made dramatic theatrical productions with inanimate objects, built a crash pad at the bottom of the staircase more than once, and played outside until we were forced to come in for dinner or bedtime. In Minnesota. In the winter.
Being so close in age- only a year and a half apart- meant a lot of sibling rivalry in our early years. But now that we're both grown up, my brother is the one person I can talk to who truly understands where I'm coming from- because he came from the same family and shares more of my memories than anyone.
Even when we disagree, it helps to know that he still loves me despite my imperfections and is always ready to send a kind word my way. My brother, with his keen sense of humor, and big heart, still knows just how to make me laugh until my sides hurt.
At Mom's house in June 2010
In a nutshell, without him, my childhood would have been pretty damn boring and not nearly as much fun. :)
Happy birthday, bro!!! I love you.
Love,
L.A. Chick
a.k.a. Ms. McCricket
2 comments:
That's the way we planned it, having you born close together. I'm glad you had and have each other to talk to. Sibs are special, even when they drive you crazy! But, what's "frattish" again?
Dad
I am so thankful for my all my sibs, so thank you for deciding one wasn't enough.;) And Frattish is the planet Sassy and Belly and all the codielies came from. Geez...
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