My baby brother....

He's not supposed to be all grown up.

He's supposed to be that baby I rocked every night.

He's supposed to be the toddler we pulled around in the red wagon

He's supposed to be the little boy who loved to go with me to fly kites.

He's supposed to be the kid who rode on the handle bars of my bike.

He's supposed to be the brat I took to the drive-in movies every Friday night.

He's supposed to be the teenager who went to church with me even when his friends didn't.

Yet, he is now who he is supposed to be.

A wonderful husband, father and grandfather.

Today, he is 58 years old, and
I couldn't be prouder of him.

But, as I told him today when I dropped

off his birthday coconut cream pie,

"You're still my baby brother".