I'm listening to fireworks outside my window and thinking of our 4th of July brother, and how you were so afraid of the Florida thunderstorms as a preschooler. I have one mental picture of that time of you running across the lawn screaming with both hands clamped over your ears.
Sometimes I think about how challenging it must have been for you growing up in a family with three sisters, always outnumbered; but then I think about what a wonderful man you've become and I wonder if putting up with all those females helped shape you into the patient and kind yet effective leader.
We are proud to be your sisters! Happy Birthday!
