Michael

Michelle,

As it is your birthday, too, I guess I should acknowledge that you are just a little important to me--just a little. I was reminiscing while writing my entry about Dad, and it made me think of how much fun we had when we were little.

First, I have to note that I never thought Mom and Dad could possibly be right when they said, "Be careful, Nicole. One of these days, he'll get you back." So, kudos on all the times you got me back for being such a bully of a big sister sometimes. Oh, and sorry I pulled the plug in your bath when you were a baby, with high hopes that you would go down the drain with the water. And sorry for the countless wedgies...and hanging you on the door knob by your underwear a few times. Oh yeah, and for shoving that piece of corn up your nose that you couldn't get out. And for telling you that you were adopted. And for telling you that that lump was breast cancer.

Okay, okay, before you start re-thinking our sibling relationship, just remember all the times that I told you Frog and Toad and The Three Billy Goats Gruff before we went to sleep. Those are still some of my fondest times with you. Although you were a brat during the day, when it was time to be calm and go to sleep, you really were a precious little boy. I remember tickling your back so long that my arm would hurt, but at least you fell asleep comfortably. You were kind enough to let me crash out in your room when I was too scared to sleep in my own. Oh, and thanks for covering for me on my more ornery teenage outings...
I could go on and on about our childhood, but just know one thing for certain: I treasure you, and you will always be my baby brother. I love you, and I hope you had a great birthday!