June Baby

A dozen years over, this once-baby, then little-boy, now almost-teenager has been my "little man."



I can't believe he's twelve, today. It's kind of a special age for us, because with me turning twenty-four a week and a half ago, I'm exactly twice his age. Or, he's half of mine. Whichever way you look at it.

I remember wishing so much for him to not only exist but to be a boy. My very own little brother. And when when he was both, it was one of the greatest gifts ever.

Actually, more like is one of the greatest gifts ever.

Happy Birthday, Marky. We love you!