Sisters and Brothers, Brothers and Sisters, Each and Everyone!

As Bec said, it is our "little" brother's birthday today. She may have fond memories of the day. For me, it was a tough time.

I had been lobbying hard for a puppy. Please, please, please. Instead, I was told, I was going to get a sibling to play with, which is okay, but not a puppy. I only vividly remember two events of this time. The first was being given a gift for the baby by someone at church, who dumped coffee on me in the process. Oh the misery. (And yes, Sally, I have forgiven you. It is, however, too funny to forget!)

The second memory is looking into the baby's crib the first day they came home. I was standing in the room that used to be mine, surrounded by new toys and fresh baby smells, looking through the bars of the crib thinking "This is it?". I had no use for this newborn; He was dull and demanding, more interested in eating/sleeping/pooping than playing with his new toys. I was five and I didn't understand the hype.

With time he got more interesting. He holds his end of the conversation quite well these days and we have a killer Sven and Ole routine. And while there is part of me that has trouble letting him be a grown-up after so many years of taking care of him and protecting him, it's equally cool to think that I had some hand in making him the good man he has turned out to be.

So Happy Birthday, Matt!

With lots of love (and a couple tears),
Sara

[The song lyric is from Free to Be, You and Me]