My little brother turns 30 tomorrow. The first image that comes to my head when I think of him is a picture of him at about 10 or 12. I can’t believe 30 years ago he was born. 30 years ago is a long long long time ago.
Don’t think so? Just look a little closer at this picture taken on Jason’s first birthday. You may notice my Grandmother is wearing a wig. Also, that my Grandfather looks like…JR Ewing? Donald Trump? And if you look a little closer you’ll see white dining room chairs with gold crushed velvet seat cushions.
So, yeah, 30 years? That’s a looooooong time ago.
Which makes my brother really really old.
J, I’ve loved you for 30 years! Happy Birthday!