Twenty-two years ago late in the night, the Lord brought this little dude into my life. That was back before he had freckles. I'll never forget eating Texas-shaped macaroni and cheese for dinner that night, nor will I ever forget the She-ra Princess of Power doll my grandmother bought me while my mother (who wouldn't let me have one since they were boy toys) was in the hospital. By the way, I think that was the summer of jellies.
Saying we have a lot of shared memories is an understatement of course. One in particular for me is when I used to use him as a pillow because he hadn't yet mastered crawling. I like to think I helped accelerate his development for those baby milestones. (He more than made up for that, when I think back to the sick-in-the-camper event.) I'll also never forget our crazy trip to Orlando and a $70 cab ride. What was I thinking?
But, he's all grown up now and about to embark on a new adventure up the road in Denton (closer than ever and I'm excited!) I couldn't ask for a better brother and friend, and I'm very thankful for this day!
Have a happy birthday, Drew!