Happy 50th Marco!

So, yesterday was my dear brothers 50th birthday. Talk about a milestone! He is a wonderful human being and I love him dearly. Growing up we were best friends and did everything together including getting in trouble. Once while we playing robbers (I was always the bad guy), he tied my hands behind my back and my feet together, left me in a closet. He said he would be right back, but he never came back. I managed to shuffle my way out, tripped and fell on my face and got a bloody nose. Needless to say I was a little bitter about that. I got revenge by pushing him down the stairs. I know it sounds like we were violent children, but we didn't behave like that all the time.
Mostly I just want to honor him, because he has always been there for me and my family. Our father died when we were teenagers and he became the "Man of the House". He was my protector and always looked after me. He has been very generous with my family. When my three older children were younger he bought them jackets, snow suits, and boots so they could stay warm during the cold North Dakota winters. He also gaves us money when we were struggling to make ends meat. He has been to every major event in my children's life. He confirmed all four of my children at their baptisms. He has stood in the circle for every baby blessing, and has driven many more miles for two graduations. Mostly he has been a pillar of faith and a great example of the Priesthood. He overcame much to serve a mission, and waited a whole year to take his bride to the temple because he wanted to do right the first time. I share all these thoughts because I don't want my children to forgot how special he is. So, Happy Birthday Marco, I'm right behind you!