This morning I called the little brother to wish him a wonderful 14th birthday. I planned to share with him all the things I remembered about the day he was born...
It was a Wednesday morning. I was so excited for your arrival, I could hardly sit through my morning math class. You were born at precisely 8:40 a.m., weighing 9 lbs. 2 oz. Mom had you dressed in a purple onesie when we came to meet you later that day (don't worry - no lingering gender confusion). Dad bought Mom a pretty bouquet of blue silk flowers in a dark brown basket. Russ was really pumped to have an ally with the addition of another male to the house (three sisters must have been a little wearing).
However it turns out 14-year-olds aren't much for conversation in the morning -- especially when they've awaken early to start plugging away at their new birthday Play Station games. Good lord. ;-)
Birthday boy/proud uncle Matt!
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