My brother is The Strongest Man in the World.

He helped take care of my Gram before she died. Now he takes care of her dog, like he promised.
He watches over the old folks that live in his neighborhood.
He has trained two American bull terriers to absolute obedience and perfection.
He can fix anything, and has. He is a fixer.
He keeps my Dad moving and active.
He takes care of my Mom. He makes things for her.
He is funny. "Here's a funny story..."
He is very smart. If he doesn't know something, he will soon.
He can get inside my nephew Jack's mind and understand exactly what's going on with him.
He is a gentle, not-at-all-scary, loving giant to my niece Livie.
He is Blondie's fierce protector. They also try to go out and find dates together. She has to go somewhere else when a pretty girl comes by.
He is Bubba's playmate at Go Zonkers. He plans great field trips for him and helps him make stuff.
He loves me. He came out to keep me company when I was alone with a new baby one Thanksgiving. And he brought me flowers.
He is handsome. And single.
He can calm babies by holding them close to his chest and making low soft sounds.
He is the go-to guy for the entire neighborhood. If you need something, anything, you call Greg.

He is a wonderful, strong, gentle, smart, funny, handsome man. And I love him very much.
Happy birthday, Greg.