Today is the day that my older brother an I are no longer the same age. You see my older brother and I are 9 1/2 months apart, so for 2 1/2 months out of every year we are the same age. When I was younger, this really bugged my brother. I remember us going to the LA County fair and sitting for one of those calendar pictures, you know the ones where they snap your picture then print it on a canvas with a dot matrix printer? Anyways, we’d sit there every year and the attendant would ask us how old we were. The conversation usually went something like this:
Attendant: “So, how old are you?”
Attendant: “Six, wow! Are you twins?”
He hated that. I, on the other hand, got a kick out of it . The the picture would end up with me smiling and my brother cracking a slight grin. The LA County Fair is in September, which was right after my birthday, so my brother would have to endure another 72 days of this torture until he was once again a year older than me. This happened every year and every time I think of the Fair, I think of that exact moment.
Adrian, today you are released from your 72 days of twin-ship – and I wish you the best birthday ever. When I think of how much you endured of that torture, I love you more and more. I really can’t think of anybody in this world who has a heart the size of yours. You deserve greatness, you deserve ease, you deserve the best that life can bring to you (I mean, hey, life brought you me, so that’s a start! Lucky you 😉 ). But seriously, I wish for ALL of your dreams and wishes to come true.
Happy Birthday Adrian!