They Say It’s Your Birthday…
Scenes from a birthday.
Mine, yes. But not just mine. My younger brother, Christopher, shares my birthday. He was born 7 years after me, to the very day.
As adults, we don’t always have the opportunity to celebrate together every year – but this year, we did. Dinner and margaritas with the family at Cantina 1511, and then over to Mom & Dad’s for presents and cake. My cake was a ‘ Sour Cream Coconut Cake’ from Tizzerts, and was amazingly delicious.
Apparently, when Christopher was born, my main concern was whether I would have my own cake each year, on our birthday. (Keep in mind – I was 7!). Throughout my childhood, my Mom always made sure that I did. Thanks, Mom. Now, it’s up to Tristan. So far, so good. 
My favorite new present is my itty-bitty-teeny-weeny Product (RED) iPod Nano, from Tristan… Isn’t she cute? (Not Gaga!).
And quite the upgrade. Five years ago Tristan bought me my very first iPod, the 2nd gen Nano (which was only 4 GB… my new one is 16 GB!). Ah, geek love.
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Brothers are the best. I have an older brother Mike (18 months) who has been my hero since I can remember. He was the best a bro could be while we were growing up: he protected me from other bigger meaner boys and girls; he took me on all of my early dates-we had to double date for most of high school; he taught me so many practical skills-working on cars, handyman type stuff, how men behaved and thought….
I miss him; we live on opposite coasts and the distance is really hard, especially since we lost both our younger sibs in the past three years to heart disease and we are what’s left of our original family nest. When our younger bro died in June, Mike and his beloved wife, Cindy, went to OK and stayed a week getting the young widow set up with lawn mowers and all that kind of stuff she needs to keep on keeping on. When our younger sister died three years ago, he filled in for both “fathers” cuz they were very sick at that time. Mike stepped right up and filled in with Eddie’s needs taking center court, setting aside his own grief to be a pall bearer for his sister.
May you and your brother celebrate for decades together.
Was your brother a C section or did that happen naturally? So cool but I can imagine having to share your birthday was a little rough as a 7 year old.
He was all natural… managed to ruin my birthday all on his own!
My Mom was extremely upset and telling the Doctor, “I can’t have this baby today, it is my daughter’s birthday – I have to make it until midnight”… and he basically said “fat chance, lady”. Ha,ha.
It definitely made for an interesting childhood, that’s for sure.
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