Happy Birthday Little Brother

Today Little Brother is 15. FIFTEEN! Seems like only yesterday I was at the hospital thinking he looked like a conehead. And also wondering why I got a little brother when I asked for a pony. Clearly there was a mistake.


But I practically raised him as a child. In fact he didn't speak until I left for college because I simply took care of that task for him. A good big sister was I.


Although there are challenges, extreme challenges, to being both Big Sister and "Mom", I wouldn't have it any other way.


I never got the pony, but I sure love my Little Brother.