Today is my kid brother Zach’s 28th birthday. He’s now officially getting old, at least that’s what I told him.
I called him earlier to wish him a happy birthday and actually sing to him but opted to joke around with him for a few minutes instead. It’s pretty cool that we’ve reached the point where I can call him, joke with him and it’s not awkward any longer. There’s a 10 year age difference, so growing up it was nearly impossible to have much of a relationship. Even later, as adults, we struggled and were more like ships passing in the night. Then the craziest thing happened. Our Dad had a massive heart attack August 2017, which was horrible and terrifying, but in the end, exactly what we needed.
At that point, everything just clicked. It was like I was seeing Zach for the first time. My kid brother whom I’d always loved dearly, even when he was driving me batty, but generally avoided was right there. I could either continue with things the way they were or change them. I voted for change.
Ever since that day, I hug him every chance I get. I go out of my way to check in and hug him when I stop by home. I torture him, simply because it’s my right as his big sister. He doesn’t seem to mind too much. I tell him “I love you” as often as possible. Hell, he was out of town the other day and I made him promise to text me as soon as he got home. He actually did.
I never thought he and I would reach a point of being actual siblings, yet, here we are. It took us a while to find our way but I’m damn happy we did.
I love you, Zach! You’ll be 30 years old and officially “old” before you know it. The past 28 years have been one hell of a ride. I can’t wait to see what we pull off in the next 28.