Val and I have a brother. His name is Clay. He will never ever read this unless someone pulls it up on a computer and marches him over and makes him sit down in front of it. That's ok.
Today Clay turns 23. I remember when he was small enough for me to pick up when my mom turned her back.
I remember when he was finally old enough to attend the camp where I worked. I beamed with pride, even when he threw up during a skit.
And now he's taller than me, finishing up school, and making us all laugh.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! We love you Clayboy. :)
4 comments:
We call my brother, Clay, Clayboy too! or the occasional Claybee.
oh and your clay and I went the same week to camp and I totally remember him puking during the skit. haha.
:)
@Haley - of COURSE you call him Clayboy. Love that you were at camp for the milk and the chicken tetherball! :)
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