My Little Brother is 29

29 years ago this morning, I found out I had a third brother...who was suppose to have been a sister.

I remember telling the lady my other two brothers and I were staying with that I did not want to go to the hospital to meet him. I'd rather go to school. She put Daddy on the phone. He told me he'd like to see me so I reluctantly agreed.

Standing at the nursery window looking at all the babies and knowing that my new brother was one of them, I was not a happy girl. Then it happened...Daddy looked at me and said, "Well, baby, I guess you're Daddy's girl. You're the only one I have."

Ah...a new brother...the idea didn't seem so bad after all.

After that I was like a second mom to him.

Tony started Kindergarten the year I started college. When I would go home to visit, I'd pick him up at school even though we lived 2 blocks away. He would walk across the sidewalk swinging his backpack, yelling back at his friends, "That's my sister in the car! She's in college!" All his friends had to walk home that day. But not Tony.

Then there was the summer I took him on a month long vacation visiting friends all over the East Coast and attending two music schools. That was fun. I think he was about 12 or 13 that summer. We went tubing down the river in Helen, GA. I even drove him to the NC and SC state lines just so he could say he had been to those states. And we climbed Stone Mountain and went to Six**Flags.

There were lots of fun memories having my "little brother". And today he's 29. He's not so "little" anymore. I have to "look up" to him. But he's still my little brother!

Happy birthday, Tony!

We love you!!

I deleted all my photos off my hard drive so I don't have any to post right now.