Today marks my brother's 25th birthday. That means five more years and he'll be 30. Whoa. Just last night he said, "Ya know Becky, when we were younger I used to always brag that I was older then you, but now I think it's starting to work in your favor."
And for just a few weeks he is three years older then me. So weird to think he's 25...it seemed such a short while ago he had just turned 16 and got his 1972 Chevelle Malibu for his birthday. Ah...memories.
That's a post all in itself...the memories of Tim's '72 Chevelle. I'm sure Jen could help me come up with some of those... ha.
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'my other ride is your mom...'
are we speaking of that Chevelle?
the one with no defroster?
i would give anything to have one more day in that car, driving to school..Tim driving, Brandon riding shot gun...and us in the back...annoyed.
life was simple, and really good.
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