My big brother is turning 30 today. A pretty big milestone indeed. But for a thirty year old, I’d say he has lived a pretty full life.
He has a beautiful wife.
And a pretty darn cute son.
He’s danced like no ones’ watching.
And sang like no one’s listening.
And rocked a lego costume like the best of them.
He has found his true passion: running.
And coaching running.
He has faced his fears.
And witnessed the Giants win the World Series. Twice.
But what I admire most is that even when life throws him a tantrum, he manages to keep going with a smile on his face.
Conor is going to run 30 miles to celebrate his 30th birthday. And probably drink some Bud Lights after. I’d say I have the coolest brother around.
Happy Birthday Conor! Love you lots. I only wish I could be there to celebrate with you.