My Mission
I can remember the day when my brother and I thought we were getting a dog. We had just finished another round of "run around the house in our underwear" and our parents had called us to the dinner table for a quick conversation. No, this was not within the last handful of years. I believe I was about 7--making Dan 4 or so. Our parents called us to the dining room table and told us they had a surprise or a special treat, or whatever it was, for the both of us. We were hoping it was a dog, and much to our dismay were informed that we had a baby sister on the way. Baby Nothing as we would come to call her. Not sure where that name came from. Sorry, Beth. Anywho (literally) that's when we found out we were to become big brothers with a little sister on the way. Early on, whether I did it subconsciously or not, I became resolute in a mission within myself. I was determined to be the best example of a big brother I could be for younger brother and younger sister. I figur...