Mishka

Wuud up Peanuts!

You and I both know I’m not the sentimental type, no where near you, that said– can you think of anything warmer than being immortalized online, in a soon-to-be highly successful blog?

But enough about my sharing the spotlight, today is about your arrival on planet earth.

I remember it like it was yesterday, the doorbell rang and there was a basket left at the front door, since then we’ve been pb&jamin throughout this life.

With so many years and memories under the sky– how do I pick and choose a highlight reel that reflects this thang you and I got going?

I could just start with that non-filtered photographic memory of yours.

How about you sharing the family’s (especially mine) lowest-of-class moments, or telling every stranger at the supermarket about my supernatural encounters, or our neighborhood hood fights.

If anything is obvious, our adventures mean a lot to you and I want you to know, despite you sharing mine in a less courageous light, they mean a lot to me too.

You’re not just a wolf-pack-doggo-mom-leader, you’re a fighter, a lover, a sensitive not-to-be-fucked-with artist.

You distribute justice with a steady hand– whether it be an out of line senior citizen at the grocery store or your dentist, “just doing their job”– you’re not afraid to poke back.

You’ve always offered unconditional love and understanding–whether you agreed with me or not, and you’ve never given up… even when I told you, give it up. You didn’t– perfect attendance, showed up everyday.

When you’re not kicking my property, you’re kicking ass.

When we’re not fighting, we’re laughing.

When we don’t see eye-to-eye, we wait….. and then somehow do it all over again.

But I wouldn’t have it any other way. You’ve enriched every part of my life, you’ve lightened the heaviness, made it more of a comedy genre, well…. dramedy.

And twin, I’m thankful to have you in my life.

I’ll always wish the best for you, happy birthday Mishkasa!

–Brother, Hero, Inspiration.