When We Were Little

When we were little, you pestered me endlessly.

When we were little, you never did your chores. 

When we were little, you were the fearless one.

When we were little, I secretly loved you.

It’s not a secret anymore.  And I can’t imagine my life without you. 

Happy Birthday, little brother.  Fly high!

(just don’t forget your parachute)

Love, Your Big Sister

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About Minding My Nest

wife, mom, not-so-empty nester.
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