Today is Crawford’s birthday.
I’ve been sitting here for a while trying to figure out what to say about him and mostly wondering how my mom EVER talks about Crawford without coming off like one of those parents who is convinced their child is the most perfect child in the world (“and, Mrs. Jones, the reason my child is acting out in class is because he’s just too smart; you aren’t challenging him.”).
Fortunately, all the negative terms about those kinds of parents are never applied to sisters, so I can just go right ahead and tell you how completely and utterly terrific Crawford is.
He’s smart, he’s athletic, he’s friendly, he’s handsome. He’s delightful in every way. See? Braggy! But it’s all true!
One of the things I love most about Crawford is how much he loves having Bart and me around. I remember every time I came home from college, he would always want to sit next to me at dinner, or he’d snuggle up to me on the couch when we watched a movie. Even now, when his friends will call while we’re around, he’ll say, “Sorry, Bart and Janssen are here. I’m going to hang out with them.” He probably has no idea how good that makes me feel.
And I like him just as much now, as a teenager, as I did when he was the little Tickly Boy.
Happy Birthday, Goghs.