When I was a kid I thought the only reason my brother was in my life was to torture me. Now I know better. He's there so I have someone in my life who can remember me when, someone to show me how to fix my bike, keep me in my place ... and torture me.
Not really. He's one of my favourite people in the world and today's his birthday so we tossed together a party for him yesterday that included (besides good company and wine, you know, the usual suspects) steaks and banana cake and sparklers. It was one of my favourite birthday parties ever and it wasn't even mine.
Almost as enjoyable was lolling about in the sunshine with the robins and chickadees all morning, burning off the after party haze.
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