I remember waiting around the hospital to see you on August 14, 1988 — and I couldn’t wait to be your big sister.
Twenty-one years later, and you’re a sweet guy with a big heart and I’m proud to call you my bruddah. Most of the time anyway. You loved to try to embarrass me in front of my dates, steal my “cool pencils” from my backpack and ask me a million questions about girls.
Now that I think about it, you’re pretty lucky I let you live to be 21. You could have just been 7 and called it quits.
Happy, Happy Birthday Blaine!
This year is a year of BIG birthdays for both my brother & I.
21 and 30.
We are so getting old!