Dirty Thirty.

I remember when my brother was born. My mom and dad had us other kids staying at my aunt’s house and after my mom was ready to come home, we got to meet my brother. He was very loud. I think that theme continued through the years. Sorry bro. LOL. Now he’s married with kids. It’s been kind of funny because my younger sibs’ birthdays have always inspired talk like, “Oh, I remember 30.” or “30 was a good year for you.” It was a pretty good year, but all of the years since have been pretty good too. Well, most of the years have been pretty good too. Last year had some rough patches for real. Everything is getting better in most ways.  So, Happy Birthday little bro and many more!!!