My brother means the world to me. He's one of my very important rocks. He's brilliant, and funny and can be amazingly flamingly gay. The last one is one of my favorite qualities in my brother. That, and that he hangs up on me on the phone on a regular basis. Seriously.
If you interrupt his thought at all he gets mad - which can be funny. But overall, he's sweet when he's told to be. He does my laundry when I tell him to. He pushes my wheelchair when we travel. He makes me laugh - and he could make you laugh too. And if I told him to, he'd come here to read the nice things I've just written about him - because he's that cool of a kid.
I Love You, Dar-Dar! Let's go to New York sometime, k? K.
And the second person with a Golden Birthday is my best friend, Kyra. (Yes, the one whose anniversary was yesterday).
Kyra is a wonderful wife, mother and best friend. She is one of the most beautiful people I have ever known. She glows inside and out. I love that she (and her husband, Chris - I could say many nice things about him, too, but it is not his birthday today) includes me in her life as much as she does. She always thinks of me and includes me in activities that for most young families, are just a Mom-Dad-Baby activity.