Absolutely. Cannot. Wait.

1 Day: 14 hours: 29 minutes

Happy Birthday Jon

Nineteen years and 2 months (give or take) ago today, I remember looking up past my mom's 7 month pregnant belly, and asking her when exactly would my little brother be arriving? Apparently, my 28-month old self had grown tired of the 2:1 parent-child ratio and was very eager to have another playmate.

It's funny that as kids, all we wish for is to be an only child -- the center of our parents lives. We dream of double the Christmas presents, full control of the remote, and fully intact Barbies. But I cannot imagine my life with out the little punk sitting center in the picture above. He is in all my favorite childhood memories. He can make me laugh when no one else can. He's not just my brother, but also one of my closest friends.

So, Happy 19th Birthday Jon. I could not have asked for a better brother.