Today my big brother turns 42. So now he officially has the answer to life, the universe, and everything. Figures. Growing up, I thought my brother was pretty much perfect.  He’s brilliant, ambitious, kind, and very likeable. It was irritating. I remember sitting in a movie theater with my little sister waiting for a movie to start. Carrie: “Did you hear Michael cured cancer?” Me: “Huh, not surprising. Pass the popcorn, please”  That was a joke. He didn’t go into the sciences, which is probably why we still haven’t cured cancer.

Growing up, he made any activity more fun. He’s not just smart; he’s creative. My childhood memories are filled with games he invented, like Kill the Weenie, which is like dodge ball with a frisbee.  The game Werewolf was a lot of fun, although I think it mostly consisted of him jumping out from dark corners and scaring the bejeebus out of us.  And of course, Friday nights when my parents would go on their weekly date, we’d pile all the pillows and blankets on one side of the couch, and he’d launch my sister and me over it with his feet. Good times.

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As an adult, I realize that he isn’t perfect; he has his flaws, even if they are negligible. Dang him. He had the good sense to marry wisely and well, so he gave me an amazing sister-in-law, smart, strong, and funny. (It’s her birthday, too. Happy Birthday, Renee!  See how smart he is? Do you think he ever forgets his wife’s birthday?) He also has four pretty spectacular kids whom my children adore, so that was nice.

As our parents age and we children seek that new ground of wanting to take care of the people who’ve always cared for us, his wisdom and strength are a comfort.  Jane Austen wrote, “Children of the same family, the same blood, with the same first associations and habits, have some means of enjoyment in their power, which no subsequent connections can supply.” The gift of siblings is one of the greatest gift a child can have.  In other words, I didn’t get you anything, big brother. Happy birthday!