I sent my brother a birthday card today. He turns 26 on Saturday. Some days I just can’t believe it. I look back and realize how much I needed his siblingnesss. I’m the luckiest people in the world. I was going to try to remember what I wrote in the card, something about inside jokes and him being the best brother anyone could ever have, but I lucked out, because he’s my brother. Something like that. I tried not to cry while writing.
Sarah arrives tomorrow. I hope she brought some slickers, because it’s supposed to rain this weekend.
I don’t remember the last time I saw her. She’d better sleep on the plane; maybe get a nap on the LIRR.
I might could let her take a short nap before we head out tomorrow night.
Photo ops will be standing right in front of me. I have a feeling.
