Happy Birthday to my Brother

I used to keep my pinkie fingernail long and sharp just in case I needed to scratch him.  But I don’t need that nail anymore.  Instead of plotting my next attack, I call him when I need advice on a business plan or just to talk to someone I know loves me and will probably make me laugh.

It gives me comfort when I see my kids pushing, pulling and scratching to think that in time (20 years?) they may be friends like we are.

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