When I was 9 years old (just a month shy of turning 10), our big Christmas gift was a baby brother. He was born on December 20 and arrived home on December 24. My sister and I had prayed and prayed for a baby brother...my parents were SHOCKED when our prayers were answered! :)
We jokingly refer to my brother as the Golden Child. He was the first boy born to my parents and the first grandson for my grandparents. With two much older sisters, there was no doubt he was spoiled beyond belief!
And he did turn out to be a pretty terrific kid. In many ways he grew up as an only child since Kristin and I had both left for college by the time he was 10 and both married the year he turned 14.
Always a serious athlete, I've lost track of how many times he's run the Chicago Marathon. He pushes his body to do things most normal people would think nuts. And he encourages high school kids to do the same.