My brother, the April Fool

Okay, so my brother is not a fool…

He’s actually wicked smart and knowledgeable about most any topic.

But he WAS born on April Fool’s Day so this post is for him!  

 

We stroll down NW 23rd looking for a place to eat and relax for a bit.  Just walking next to him I can feel my cool points rise by at least 10.  He’s tall, confident, and has an attitude that earns respect.  We pick a restaurant and the host leads us to our table.  After a few minutes, figuring out how to balance the cast iron chairs comfortably on the uneven sidewalk, we’re settled in.

My brother was in town for a brief visit that summer.  It was last minute, due to some reshuffling at work, but the timing was impeccable.  He made it just in time to help me move into my first apartment.  I’m sure he was less than thrilled but he was a good sport and helped complete the project with apparent ease.

Shocked by my admission that I’ve never tried truffle fries he waves down our server to order a plate. Sunlight peeks around the corner of a red brick building across the street and I return my sunglasses to their rightful place across my face.

I wish I could remember what he said.  

I wish I could remember what we did, besides eat far too many truffle fries! 

All I remember is feeling happy as we talked and laughed, and sitting there in awe of the person that my little brother has become.  And for that reason, the memory is perfect just the way it is. 

To the brother who makes me laugh, and makes me proud…Happy Birthday!

 

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