Today is my little sister’s birthday, and it’s the first of hers as a mom. While she was in town we got a little time to speak, and she lamented about how we were getting older. I can’t quote her, but it involved fatigue, wrinkles, inability to drink, and a bunch of other things. As a summary, she said “Kev, I’m old” to which I replied “And I’ve got five years on ya. Here’s a violin.”
I am the loving, caring brother defined.
Happy 29th Ange (remember they stop at 29)!!!