My oldest younger brother (figure that one out if you can) turned seventeen today.
(He's not excited or anything)
To the man who plays blues at 10:00 at night...
the man who makes a rockin' bagel breakfast...
the man who drives stick shift like no one else (seriously) ...
the man who builds fences like something that builds fences like the wind...
the man who brings the mikes...
the man who knows exactly what to do when I yell "combat boots!"...
the man who drove a tractor before he could drive a car...
the man who works harder than so many others his age...
the man who watches looney tunes with me after midnight...
and probably the only person who gets every single reference, joke, and quote I make...
...I wish a very happy birthday.
I love you, Robert!
