It’s my baby brother’s birthday today. He’s 20 years old.
Twenty years ago, my sister and I woke up to find out we had a brother. We held hands and jumped up and down on the bed.
This kid and I have gotten into so much trouble over the years. When we were little, we wrestled for hours at a time, breaking many household items in the process. When he was trying out for basketball in 5th grade, I practiced with him daily and told him he couldn’t handle my ‘street ball’. To this day, if I sing the words ‘street ball, street ball’, he gets angry.
Greg is sensitive. He’s smarter than he knows. He’s also a pain in the ass know-it-all. He’s cocky. (Sample Greg line, as he stares into the mirror: “Damn, I get better looking every day.”) But he is a beautiful, beautiful boy, one I’ve loved watching mature into a sensitive young adult.
I love him and my sister equally and unconditionally. The three of us are a team. We will always, always be.
Happy birthday, Greg. Mets tickets on me.
Very sweet, Kel.
ReplyDeleteUM re: "Damn, I get better looking every day". Where do you think he gets that from??? "I look so good in hats and sunglasses...," said Kelly Bergin. Hahaha
ReplyDeleteI DO LOOK SO GOOD IN HATS AND SUNGLASSES!
ReplyDeleteahh thanks this means so much to me
ReplyDeleteYou can't handle street ball Greg, no fouls in this game. Ha ha
ReplyDeleteI don't know who you are Morris, but you are correct. Boy plays like a 3rd grade girl with the baskets lowered.
ReplyDeleteStreet ball was the best/worst days of our lives as sisters.
ReplyDeleteThis post almost made me cry. Thanks.