Today is my brother’s 34th birthday. It’s hard to believe that this is the fourth birthday we’ve celebrated in his memory, rather than together. We talk about him often, which I think helps all of us, to varying degrees.

Just the other day while we were watching the Olympics, I made a comment about the gymnasts’ and swimmers’ strong arms and backs (not that I was, ahem, paying too close attention! 😉 ) But, I digress. What was I saying? Oh, yes – athletes. I asked the boys if they thought any of those guys on TV had 17″ biceps like Nathan had. We speculated that some probably did.

Then, No. 4 gave me a once-over (as I lounged on the couch in my frumpy PJs, looking the complete opposite of an athlete) and asked, “So, Mom – do you have 17″ biceps?” I laughed and said that I didn’t think so, but I had not bothered to measure. Then, the pathetic thought crossed my mind that if I did have 17″ biceps, it wouldn’t all be muscle mass!

On that note, Happy Birthday to my body-building, smack-talking, uber-geek, little/big brother! I love you & miss you.