Today is my brother’s 50th birthday.
He was my best friend when we were little.
We sledded together, whooping each time we went over one of our jumps and got air.
We crawled on our bellies in the woods, wearing ammo pouches sewn by our sister and clutching guns made of scrap wood.
We swam in the lake for hours at a time, bouncing on a tractor inner tube and playing tag along the shore.
We filled the horse trough with cold spring water and used his stopwatch to see who could sit submerged the longest.
We paddled his canoe along the shoreline and encountered the biggest, scariest carp in the history of the world.
We slept outside in the tent (until the screech owl started screeching).
I had a fearlessness back then,
and I definitely reveled in the moment.
Due in large part to my brother.
Thanks for always pushing me to jump and climb higher and reach farther, Peter.
I cherish our memories, and you.
Wishing you a coming year filled with joy and love and loads of laughter.
Happy birthday, big brother.