Happy Birthday to You....

Today is a BIG birthday for my BIG brother Paul. I'm pretty sure that I was the first person to call him today (which was my plan) and wish him a happy birthday, but I wanted to post something here as well. Paul is not only my brother, but my best friend. He's almost 9 years older than me, so when I was a little 8 year old kid, he was in high school and would take me to basketball & football games with his friends and I always felt SO special. What other 8 year old kid was that lucky??

Paul moved out for college when I was 10 and I think I cried for 2 days when he left. Through the years we remained close from summers he spent at home and visits that I made to wherever he was living. He used to write me letters that I cherished; addressed to the nickname he had for me.

When I was 27 and decided to move to California, I took 6 weeks off to travel to Europe and Paul met me there for 2 weeks of it. We met in Paris and then traveled through Italy together. In those 2 weeks we made so many memories that will stay with me forever - most of which I will laugh about for years! Bruce Willis! (inside joke)

So Paul, on your BIG day over the hill (ha!), I want you to know that I love and admire your intelligence, your good taste, your willingness to always have fun, your passion for golf, love for the gym(weird, I know), for the OCD tendencies that we share, for the way you're exactly like dad, but most of all for the unconditional love that you give, which I've counted on since I was little.

Happy Birthday!
I love you,
Wuchums