Happy Birthday Jim!

Growing up, all three of my brothers played a large role in my life. There was always a part of me that loved getting babysat by them when I was little, and even though mom and dad swear they rarely left, I remember this happening quite a bit. They would always let me eat whatever I wanted and sit and watch movies with me. To this day, watching Ferris Buellers Day Off or Grease reminds me of them. Jim and I always had a very special relationship. Most of my friends couldn't stand their brothers, and I could never understand this. Maybe it's because Jim was 6 years older than me rather than only 2 or 3, but we always got along well. Especially during my junior high years, I considered him one of my closest friends and one of the funniest people I knew. I always wanted to hang out with him and we had a million little jokes and things that only we understood. I remember literally bawling when he left for bible college, sure that things would never be the same. When he went to Indonesia, I had this weird fear that he was going to die and would pray multiple times a day that God would keep him safe. After he got married and I got deeper into highschool, things changed a little, but I still have a very special place for Jim in my heart. He has turned into a person that I respect and admire more than almost anyone else in the world for his relationship with God, with his wife and family, and just who he is as a person. I think anyone who knows him knows what I mean.
I'm quite sad I wasn't on any bday dinners or disneyland pops for him this year...
Happy Birthday Jim. I love you.
Oh and PS-- Next year I will officially be the last one in our fam still young and cool in my 20s. The rest of them will all be old thirtysomethings, and Joe will practically need depends. So Jim, enjoy your last year in my boat as a hip twentysomething. And yeah John, you've been out of that boat for quite some time.