When I was little I wanted a little brother. I was informed that it was never going to happen. But I still wanted one. I never did get that little brother. Instead when I was 5 my sister had my nephew Tommy. I didn't want him at first. I told them that more then once. And floating around somewhere is a picture of me glaring at him the day he was born. But I quickly learned that no matter how hard I try, I could never stay mad at him. I'm glad that there is only 5 years between the two of us. Because I not only got to see my nephew grow up into a smart talented person. I got to spend his childhood with him. Today the boy who wanted to be called Toby, And coined the phrase homie g poptart is getting married. In the blink of an eye hes grown up and starting a life of his own. I couldn't be happier for him and his future wife Scotia. Only a few more hours to go.
XO That One Girl