Yikes! Today, my teeny, tiny baby brother turns 21. Of course, he's no longer teeny or tiny, towering over me at 6'.

The day he was born was filled with wacky hijinks such as my dad leaving the ATM card, money, and receipt at the ATM, my mom's suitcase getting left at the house, and the car running out of gas on the return trip. Not to mention the enormous tantrum thrown by 6-year-old Katherine when she was told that instead of being able to stay at the hospital for the birth as had been promised, she and her little sister would have to spend the night at the neighbor's house. (Just because it was a school night.)

The sisters were hoping for a third little sister, and when they asked in the morning the and answer was no, they responded with "Oh brother!" That's right. Little baby E.T. grew into the little butterball, then into that annoying little kid who tried to follow us everywhere, and then into an amazingly cool young man.

Little brother, I wouldn't trade you for anything. Not even a dozen baby sisters.

Happy Birthday, Janson.