20 years ago today…
I hung out with my mom’s friend Karen, waiting for a call from the hospital.
Karen gave me a brunette Barbie doll, and I thought that was awesome.
But it wasn’t as awesome as the blue-green scrubs that said “Big Sister” on the back.
It wasn’t as awesome as the moment when mom came wheeling out of some big hospital room on a bed, with dad following close behind in matching blue-green scrubs, carrying a bundle of blankets.
It wasn’t as awesome as when that bundle of blankets turned out to be a baby.
And it certainly wasn’t as awesome as when that baby was put into my arms and I was told, “Jenny, this is your new little brother.”
“This is Eric.”
Dad was the first man I loved, but you were the first boy.
Getting you as my brother was the best gift I’ve ever received.
From the moment you were born we’ve had a special connection. A six-year age difference didn’t faze us in the least. We laughed together, played together and cried together.
Some of my friends were annoyed with their pesky little brothers.
I wanted to hang out with mine all the time. It helped that you were really cute.
And the best part was that you seemed to like me a lot, too.
We’ve been through a lot. YOU’VE been through a lot. I am so proud of you, not only because of the wonderful man you’re becoming but also because of the sweet and caring boy you’ve always been.
You are the best gift I’ve ever received.
Better than that brunette Barbie doll by far.
I can’t believe you’re now 20 years old, but I’m excited to see what the next 20 years will bring.
Happy birthday, little bro.
Your big sis