Posting a little late, but Spen's birthday was yesterday. He has now entered the realm of adulthood I'd say, since he is officially no longer a teen-ager. It's hard to believe he will be the big Two One next year. Wow. My little brother. Wow. But anyway, here's just a few memorable moments that capture some of the past years with an exciting and amazingly awesome sib:

The time Spen got whacked in the face with a hammer by one of the boys my mom babysat and had to get stitches, when we were out on the back porch (probably 1987 or 88 or so) during the contructive addition onto our house....and I whispered to Spen to go ask the contruction workers if the metal plate on the floor of the cement porch was the "shi**er" (from "Christmas Vacation")....to which he proceeded to do infront of all the workers and my mom, how Spen used to bite his tongue when he was mad and about to do something about it, watching Spen run around the bases when he played baseball.....because his little legs would move 100mph....he was/is so fast!, when Spen accepted Christ at a Skillet concert, watching Spen get baptized in a trough in Glenn and Cathy's back yard, when Spen was elected class speaker for his graduation....and he talked about how Christ had changed his life.....SWEET, watching God work in Spen's life over the past couple years.....AMAZING, and finally, sharing a house with Spen several years after living at home together with Mom and Dad (we are, of course, building memories as we speak.....a lot of which relate to Spen randomly picking up his guitar and playing along with me on piano in our guest/music room). I love my little bro. Happy Birthday, Spenny.