Saturday, March 14, 2009

Happy Birthday, Michael!


When Michael was born, I was so excited to have a new baby brother. I can still remember going to school the day after he was born and bragging to my teacher and feeling so proud to be a "Big" sister again!

Of course, being 8 years younger, he had many opportunities to annoy and embarrass me. Especially during the teenage years. For example, popping a pop rock in Devon's ear, telling me I had bad breath while on a date with me, spying on me with his friends (again while on a date), making me and my boyfriend attend his dead turtles funeral, and so on...

However, he also has a very sweet side. He would always tell me how beautiful I am. Or, how much he loved the way I sang. He's always been very complimentary and dependable. He's gone out of his way, many times, to visit me when I've lived far away. We've shared many good, fun, and long conversations together on the phone and while running. He is thoughtful and kind and true!

Although he is almost 8 years younger than me, we are the best of friends!

Michael, Happy Birthday! We hope it's great! Love ya!

6 comments:

The Settle Family said...

Happy Birthday Michael!

Unknown said...

Michael! I think that pop rocks story and "bad breath" story are so funny! So Michael! Michael...if you're reading this...happy birthday! And I'll have a b-day post soon...in the next 24 hours!!

Christie said...

That is such a cute picture of him. I love it.

I seem to vaguely recall him owning a pound puppy named Chocolate? I think there ought to be stories on that one.

Michael said...

It was not CHOCOLATE! I remember how annoyed I used to get every time I came over and my cousins called my dear, sweet, stuffed animal by the wrong name. Anyway, thanks for the birthday post. Sorry that your breath smelled so bad and that you married "the biggest baby I know." Ha ha.

Aly said...

Happy Birthday Michael!! I still just picture you as a five year old:)...wierd to see big pictures!

Diane said...

Everyone should have a baby brother! I remember when the pop rock thing happened. You gotta hand it to Devon...he must have really loved your sister to stay around after that one. Happy Birthday Michael!