Dear Patrick,
The day I turned five, my parents signed on the house that we still live in. They built this house, my father designed it, and we were just living a few doors up the street, so we were in and out all the time as it was being built. Towards the point of its completion, my mother and I were in the house doing something or other when one of the painters overheard her say, "You HAVE TO invite him to your birthday party! He's your brother!" and he could not stop laughing.
It's at this time each year that I'm reminded of this story. And it's at this time each year that my mother and I have the same conversation. Eighteen years later, not one thing has changed. I still have to invite him to my birthday party.
Love,
Adrienne
4 comments:
hahaha i love this post. i can remember so many fun birthday parties at your house :). one in particular i can remember aaron coming in and dancing around our sleeping bags to the spice girls, haha. then your parents made us german pancakes in the morning & it was the first time i ever had them. love it. & happy, happy, happy, happy birthday!!!
We could make fruit loop necklaces over Cafe Rio for your birthday and you wouldn't even have to invite your brother (I never texted you back on my birthday and I haven't forgotten, just like I haven't forgotten that we haven't gone to Cafe Rio together although I'm sure we've both been separately many times in the past few months). I'm just saying...
so awesome. i love birthdays and you. you'll be hearing from me.
I love the picture of the both of you. Aaron looks like my brother trying to annoy me. I have Ninny's birthday written on my calendar on Equinox day. We celebrated your birthday by being in London. Hope it was a happy day!
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