I mean, that’s how #32 rolls.
He’s always late. He’s always been late. He was due on May 3rd. He was born on May 6th. And they had to use forceps to get him out (Ed – there’s an idea to get him to work on time!) They say our destiny is written before we’re even born…true ‘dat.
I was born at lunch time. I love lunch. #32 was born at 7:30-ish in the A.M. He doesn’t love mornings. He's always marched to the beat of his own drummer.
He’s been my big brother my entire life. Just the two of us. Like the Will Smith song.
He’s always made life interesting – especially his senior year of high school. He’s talented, brilliant, irritating, agitating, and sometimes throws rams. Always with the rams.
His first five years were quiet. That has been a revelation for me as I go through many of these old pictures. He probably never said “cheese” because he didn’t hear it. I get sad about that. But he will tell you that those were the most peaceful five years of his life. Let’s face it – our mother is loud.
Happy Birthday Michael! We’re so glad that you’re a part of our family! And I’m so glad that you’re my big brother!