Tuesday, November 03, 2009

For Noah

Sunday was my brother's birthday.
His name is Noah.
And he is eleven years old.
I can't believe it.

I was twelve when he was born, so he was like a baby doll come to life.
Especially since I was too old for baby dolls.
It took me four years to stop calling him "Noah Baby."
He is the cutest.
He's the second to last in our family.
And he probably knows more than anyone I've ever met.
He's like a spout of information.
In fact, he and Mr. C., eleven years and ten months his senior, have been known to argue about sharks.
I'll let you guess who wins in the end.

Hope your birthday was amazing Noah!
We love you!