Today my little brother Miguel turns 30. I know at 30 he no longer qualifies as a "little" brother but I have a hard time getting my head around that fact that he is actually 30. I still remember as kids how my sister and I use to put him in dresses and pony tails in his hair (like Pebbles Flintstone, his hair was always too short). Or how we would torment him by showing him his hospital baby picture all swaddled up to the neck and then tell him the nurse did that because when he was born he didn't have a body, he was only a head. Yeah, I know we were mean, but hey what are big sisters for?
Happy birthday once again kiddo!