Today is my baby brothers birthday. He turned 39 today. It's interesting to think of what I remember of his life, I'm almost 9 years older than he is. He was a cute little blonde boy, sweet and very smart. I taught him how to play chess when he was about 4 or 5 and I quit playing about a year later when he started to beat me on a regular basis. (I stopped letting him win sometimes a couple of months after he started to play.) We used to sing at Christmas, Mark and I. I remember singing "Do you hear what I hear" several times. I'm not sure if my voice was any good or not, but Mark was pretty good.
Mark has a fantastic memory for details. I don't think it's a photographic memory, but it's pretty close. If I ever get on one of those shows where you can call someone to help you answer a question Mark will be my first choice.
We seem to be interested in many of the same things, and we both like to discuss things (sometimes with a bit of heat). If I weren't Mark's sister, and we had the opportunity to meet, I think we would have been great friends. I have always enjoyed his company.
Mark, if you are reading this, I want you to know that I'm very happy that you are my brother, and I hope you think of me as a friend as well because I think of you that way. I'm very pleased that you found a woman that helps you be happy, someone who you can talk to and you don't have to worry about her understanding "Flower Beds". (Inside joke, sorry.) I hope your day is a good one, although you are probably working today. You deserve to have a Happy Birthday.
I love you little brother!