This past weekend, my friend Jomarra and I traveled to Tennessee to attend my baby bro’s 40th birthday party. It was such a nice weekend, filled with lots of laughter and fun.
It’s hard to believe that my little brother is 40! I remember vividly the day he was born – a boy born into a family of six girls was a big deal! Of course, that was long before there was any way to determine the sex of a baby. So we all wished and planned and hoped for a boy, but had to wait nine long months to find out if our wish came true. (Actually, I was only six when he was born, so I don’t really think I had a preference, but all I heard was how much everyone wanted a boy.)
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| Markie and his big sisters (plus 2 bros-in-law) circa 1973 |
When people hear that he is the only boy, born into a family of six girls, they usually feel sorry for him. They assume it was rough living with all those moody, emotional females. To which we usually respond, “Are you kidding?! He was spoiled rotten!” He was carried around by adoring sisters, every little thing he did was considered “cute” or “funny”, and he was my folks’ long-awaited son. We jokingly complain about how spoiled he was and tease him about being a “brat”.
However, I can’t express enough how proud I am of the man he’s become! He is so good and sweet. (Much like his daddy!) He is a loyal husband and loving father, raising kids to be honest and respectful. He’s active in his church and hardworking in his job. I watched him this weekend wrestle and tease his boys, and beam with pride over his sweet daughter. It’s obvious he loves his family and they adore him too.
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| Mark with his sweet family 2011 |
I talk a lot about how much I love having sisters . . . Truth is, my brother’s pretty stinkin’ cool too!
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