Cooler and Younger Than I Am

Bri, sporting an awesome mustache

Happy Birthday, Bri! Technically, he's younger than me by 14 months, but he's always seemed like an older brother. Maybe it's because he's a lot cooler than I am, no, really, a lot cooler. Growing up we didn't exactly run in the same circles. In high school, I frequented the library, the honor roll and the bathroom, and he frequented parties, football games and the student council. He was a rock star, and I was, well, let's just say it, a dork. He had a gorgeous girlfriend, whom he later married, and I never even made it to the prom. Later, I went to university in the West, and he went back East. We still didn't run in the same circles. And then we grew up, survived a broken family, started our own, and somehow, some way, I'm now running in circles with the cool kid. Brian, really, so glad you and yours are a part of my life. You make it better.