I love my brother. (and of course I love my other brother and both of my sisters but it's not any of their birthdays today)
My brother Gregg was born when I was almost two and a half. One of my earliest memories was picking out a stuffed toy to bring to the hospital for Gregg. My dad took Sheridan and I to a store to pick something to give our new brother. I remember him trying to talk us out of the Oscar the Grouch we chose. He couldn't convince us that a teddy bear would be better.
Gregg loved his Oscar the Grouch but it didn't match his personality at all. It still doesn't. My brother Gregg is funny, giving, charming, and way beyond smart. Maybe that teddy bear would have been a better choice after all...
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