Saturday, November 19, 2011

21

22 years ago, I remember my parents telling me that my mom was pregnant. Being roughly 5 at the time, I'm not sure I quite understood entirely what that meant.
Then he arrived with his fluffy peach fuzz head of hair.
But now he's 21, a real adult.
I know you hate this picture, but it's actually a good one!
That meant we had to celebrate with our own take on
tea time.
There were crumpets,
teeny little egg salad sandwiches,
and teeny little roast beef with
horseradish sandwiches.
And no birthday would be complete without cupcakes.
Happy Birthday lil' bro!