Gosh, I Feel Old...

My little, baby brother is turning 20 tomorrow.

TWENTY.  

He is no longer a teenager.

Honestly, I find it hard to comprehend that he is (for only a few more hours) a teenager, let alone is becoming (in only a few hours) a non-teenager.

I'd say adult, but I guess that's really when you turn 18, unless you want to be specific and say that you have a be a legal adult at 21 to be considered a true ADULT.

Anyway, back to the point.

This boggles my mind.  I still think of him as this:

{Sorry, Ad-man.  I just had to.}

He was always this annoying little boy that I could trick into trading me a dime for a nickel.  Not only is he too smart for that now, but he is almost as smart as I am!  I know, I know, that's hard to do.  Side note:  He learned how to be modest from me as well.  I digress again.

Anyway, he is growing up.   **TEAR**

But, you know, that is okay by me.  He is so much funnier today than he was above.  Unless, of course, you include laughing at his wardrobe in that picture :)  Really, though, he is hilarious now.  Just to give you an idea, one day I got this text from him:  "Lani, I just saw a midget with a weed-whacker, and now I can't stop laughing.  If you are going to say this is mean, go find a midget, give him a weed-whacker, and try not to laugh."  See what I mean, folks?  Hysterical.

[Insert all of the politically-correct objections to this joke]  

I don't care.  This is hilarious.

So, Ad, this post is for you, mostly because I didn't get you a birthday present this year.  Before you say anything, you remember, I got you a real life giraffe for Christmas.  That counts as three gifts at least.

My point, in all of this genius rambling, is to wish my precious baby brother a very happy birthday.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ADAM!!!  

Love you, bud.