On my 4th birthday, I was happily enjoying my birthday party at Preschool when my Dad arrives early to pick me up. Wha? I have to leave my own birthday party RIGHT NOW?! Apparently, there was something much more important. Bah…what could be more important than my birthday party? Well, in the car we drove and to the hospital we went. My brother was born on my birthday. Oh great, talk about stealing thunder. I think the worst part of that day was that back then, children weren’t allowed on the ward. So, while my dad got to visit my mom and new baby brother, I was stuck in the waiting room…probably still wearing my birthday hat. 

Well, 27 years later, my brother is a big boy, has an apartment on the Westside, runs his own company, and gets to go to XGames for free. Not too shabby. Luckily for me, my little brother is the coolest little brother a girl can have and sharing a birthday with him is actually pretty cool. This year, we’re going to take a little trip together…just the two of us for the first time. Funny that it’s taken this long to do this. Anyway, Happy Birthday, Little Brother. The next drink is on me.