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Happy Birthday Sean!
Aug. 28th, 2017 09:37 amToday my brother joins me in the realm of being 50 and over. There will be new boxes for him to check since he just joined me in a different demographic according to the gathers of data.
Fifty years is a long time to know someone. I can still remember the little bundle that I met back in Baltimore. I honestly thought at the time that I taught him how to crawl when he started that activity. As he got older, he became more interesting and I tried to keep him involved in what I was doing with my friends.
I will always remember the day that my mother declared that he was taller than me. He said, “I am not your little brother anymore. I am your younger brother.”
He is a good brother and a staunch friend as many can attest to. A lot of what he does is behind the scenes so people don’t know that he was instrumental in what was done.
He likes puzzles to solve. He likes figuring out how things go together and then sorting out how it make it better.
He is an accomplished blacksmith with his own shop but that’s not his day job but basically his second job. Some day he wants to own a pub/bar and a smithy that are next to each other so he gets done in the shop and goes next door and opens up the bar for the evening. The name of the place is O’Shea’s Tapp (or something like that. I will correct when Sean tells me what he was going to call it.)
He is a good planner and then does well at executing his plans.
People tell me that he is handsome but I don’t see it. He’s my goofy looking brother.
He and his wife have been happily married for many years now. They are still a cute couple who are crazy in love with each other. And, yes, they are still playing that insane game of tag that they have been playing for over 20 years.
Happy Birthday Sean!
I love you so very much. Let’s sort out when you might be able to take advantage of your Birthday present.
I am grateful that Sean is my brother.
Fifty years is a long time to know someone. I can still remember the little bundle that I met back in Baltimore. I honestly thought at the time that I taught him how to crawl when he started that activity. As he got older, he became more interesting and I tried to keep him involved in what I was doing with my friends.
I will always remember the day that my mother declared that he was taller than me. He said, “I am not your little brother anymore. I am your younger brother.”
He is a good brother and a staunch friend as many can attest to. A lot of what he does is behind the scenes so people don’t know that he was instrumental in what was done.
He likes puzzles to solve. He likes figuring out how things go together and then sorting out how it make it better.
He is an accomplished blacksmith with his own shop but that’s not his day job but basically his second job. Some day he wants to own a pub/bar and a smithy that are next to each other so he gets done in the shop and goes next door and opens up the bar for the evening. The name of the place is O’Shea’s Tapp (or something like that. I will correct when Sean tells me what he was going to call it.)
He is a good planner and then does well at executing his plans.
People tell me that he is handsome but I don’t see it. He’s my goofy looking brother.
He and his wife have been happily married for many years now. They are still a cute couple who are crazy in love with each other. And, yes, they are still playing that insane game of tag that they have been playing for over 20 years.
Happy Birthday Sean!
I love you so very much. Let’s sort out when you might be able to take advantage of your Birthday present.
I am grateful that Sean is my brother.
