My brother turned 43 two days ago and deserves a post.
He is the funniest person I know. He’s tolerant of me sending him feminist literature. He is kind and patient. He loves my kids like his own. He supports me - but will challenge me if I’m out of line. And he shares my history via inside jokes and outdated movie quotes.
So, happy birthday Charles. I’m grateful for you. When you’re around, it’s all violin-playing goats.
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