Today is my brother's birthday. Dan is a great guy and I hope he has a wonderful day! I won't even tell how old he is, except to say that there will be more than 50 candles on his cake.
I have never been really close to my younger brothers. David and I are only four years apart and grew up together. I spent a few more years with Dan and James, but I was married and out of the house by the time Dan was ten. John was just a toddler. However, they are still mine and they are young enough to take care of me when I'm old and frail! :)
I do remember enough about Dan and James to wonder why either one of them know their own name. They are only eleven months apart and everyone in the family just called them "the boys". Mary, David, and "the boys". Poor things! Strangers often mistook them for twins.