Happy Birthday to my baby brother, David. I was five when he was born. This only child, accustomed to being the center of attention and the star of the world, now had to share. And that's okay. David was always a good brother - funny, goofy, with a hearty laugh. He's loyal, kind, and he picked a darn good wife - Cherie is a gem that improves our family ten fold.
He's got two kids - grown up now - Lisa and Jeffrey.
David checks in daily with our father and for that I'm eternally grateful. He does SO much and works hard.
so - Happy Birthday, David. It's a wacky weird year, but no doubt you'll celebrate with a beer at some point. Cheers kid-o!