Know what's crazy about today? I vividly remember when mom turned forty. In fact, I put a huge sign on the garage that said, "Oh no! Look who's 4-0". I don't think that sign was warmly received by the birthday girl; she removed it immediately. And today, you're forty. Nuts!
It's so surreal to me. Insane really. Mostly because it means that in 3 1/2 years, I'll be forty and that just seems downright impossible.
So forty years on this earth is probably a good time to stop and reflect a little bit, sort of assess where you're at and if you're heading in the right direction.
Let's see...you have four beautiful children, one for each decade of your life. I guess it's time to start working on the fifth, huh? You have a stunning wife, a beautiful home, a great job, a close knit family, no noticable bald spots, and a really awesome candy apple red Porche (oh, sorry, that's at 50) ...you have a great mini-van.
You are an awesome brother and family man. Your presence is a comfort to me, you remind me of dad in so many ways and I can't tell you the number of times I've quietly smiled to myself because of that. Sometimes I scratch my head in amazement because I don't know how two people born and raised by the same parents could be so completely different, but somehow it works and I truly feel blessed that you're my brother. I can sincerely say that I couldn't have asked for a better sibling (even though you ruined my Michael Jackson scrapbook when I was 12, and you made me ride in the back seat of your car when you first got your license because you were ashamed to be seen with me (you even made me duck once), and you use to charge me $5 to drive me and my friends to the mall because you said my friends were so fat they caused your car to get poor gas mileage, and...well, all that's behind us now, isn't it).
Happy birthday, Bro.
I love you.