Get a Damn Birthday, Garrett!

My 'little' brotherTaking a trip to South Dakota with my grandparents wasn’t exactly how I envisioned my summer. I wanted to stay in town and hang out with my friends – I had things I needed to get done. It wasn’t my choice, though. So with my stuff packed, I hopped into the car with my grandparents and off we went.

I fought it tooth and nail the whole time. I was what some would call a mama’s boy and had a large case of home-sickness. I’ve been told that nearly every night I would show my grandparents an atlas and point to where the nearest airports were. I desperately wanted to go home.

One morning, not too far into our trip, I was woken up in the morning with some great news. My brother, Garrett, had been born.

That was twenty-one years ago.

Now Garrett, who is head and shoulders bigger than me, is of legal age. It’s kind of surreal to me. Not only because it feels like it was just yesterday that he was running around outside our house in Fayetteville in nothing but his underwear and a bible in his hand, screaming at the neighbors that he had his “bible book,” it also signals my final 15 days until turning 30.

I know that we haven’t always seen eye-to-eye (especially when you would lay at the base of my door, just trying to see what I was doing), but I love you bud. I hope your 21st is awesome and that this year is an amazing one. Happy Birthday.

+ original post date: July 1, 2007 01:34 PM
+ categories: Family/Friends


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HA. I used to lay at the base of Garretts door. Gotta love the younger siblings!

love & miss you.
come see me soon.

+ author: Little sista
+ posted: September 7, 2007 09:49 AM

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