My baby brother turns 56 tomorrow.
He is my only sibling. We adopted him when he was two weeks old, and I was 13. The first time I held him I knew he was an answer to my parents’ and my prayers.
He is married with three grown children, a son-in-law, a grandchild on the way and another young couple and their two children unofficially adopted into the family.
But he will always be my baby brother.
Happy birthday, Little Brudder!