Today marks the birthday of my older brother, Sweetums. His nickname started off as a bit of sarcasm, my acerbic sister making fun of my mother's assertion that Sweetums would never cut class (delivered mere minutes before Sweetums arrived home early for Thanksgiving break because he, you got it, cut class so he could get a ride from a friend). Soon afterwards, we all realized that the name could be used non-ironically... simply put, Sweetums IS pretty much perfect. He has always been a great friend, a great role model, and a great brother- as well as a great husband and a great father and, well, I could go on.
Happy birthday, 'Tums. Thanks for being the perfect guy you've always been.