Fourteen years ago today, my third brother was born. He's my mom's son, and he looks a lot like Dad.
He was born when we lived in New Mexico. He is the baby, but you can't tell him that. I had a dream when I was an only child that I was a teenager playing football with two younger boys. When Mom met Dad (a football coach) and had Daryl, I thought, "Hmmm..." Then we moved to New Mexico (for football) and the second boy was born, I had proof of my clairvoyance.
Or... Maybe that was proof that Jeremy is special. He's meant to be here. Mom was the only other mother who gave birth in that hospital that day when he was born. He looked like one of those 9-month-old "newborns" on tv shows: smooth and solid from day one. He's still smooth and solid, the perfect balance to my anxiousness and Daryl's passiveness.
But he is still a lot like me. He's always been tough. He's fanatic about his tennis shoes. He likes candy -- a lot. He's silly. He likes to match every color on every garment the way I used to. He talks too much, but so did I. He is the fourteen-year-old version of me that I didn't know when I was fourteen and that is very cool. He's my baby.
I have always, will always love my third brother. Happy Birthday, Moochanina!
He was born when we lived in New Mexico. He is the baby, but you can't tell him that. I had a dream when I was an only child that I was a teenager playing football with two younger boys. When Mom met Dad (a football coach) and had Daryl, I thought, "Hmmm..." Then we moved to New Mexico (for football) and the second boy was born, I had proof of my clairvoyance.
Or... Maybe that was proof that Jeremy is special. He's meant to be here. Mom was the only other mother who gave birth in that hospital that day when he was born. He looked like one of those 9-month-old "newborns" on tv shows: smooth and solid from day one. He's still smooth and solid, the perfect balance to my anxiousness and Daryl's passiveness.
But he is still a lot like me. He's always been tough. He's fanatic about his tennis shoes. He likes candy -- a lot. He's silly. He likes to match every color on every garment the way I used to. He talks too much, but so did I. He is the fourteen-year-old version of me that I didn't know when I was fourteen and that is very cool. He's my baby.
I have always, will always love my third brother. Happy Birthday, Moochanina!
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