Happy 50th Birthday Steve

I should have done this yeserday but im running as normal like a chicken with its head chopped off. My brother Steve turned 50 yeserday on June 6th. We were always told at a young age what a special day he was born on. How many of you know what day it was???? D Day of course. Being rasied in a family where grandads and uncles were in world war 2 and parents that were rasied during the bombings in London, that was something that was important to tell us. So every year we were always reminded of what day Steve was born on. Of course i was born on july 24th but that wasnt a day i knew was important until i moved out here, lol. But Steve is about the most caring kind person ive ever know. Just being the two of us growing up and just two years apart (almost) we were very close as kids and used to hang out together as kids alot. With parents that both worked we took care of each other. Steve was also there for me during the painful time of my life when i got divorced and took care of me and made sure the boys and i had everything we needed. I feel sad that we lost most of the closeness when i moved out here but once together again it always comes back so fast and its like it was never gone. I know i can always depend on him no matter how far apart we live. Heres a picture i forgot i had that was taken in march this year at his house. I need to get it copied for my dad, i know he would love it.
Happy Birthday Steve! Im so grateful to have you as my brother.