Michael Diamond in the Sky

I was singing a very popular nursery song to Corley the other day. You’ve most likely heard of it. It goes something like this:

Twinkle, twinkle, little star.

How I wonder what you are.

Up above the world so high.

Like a diamond in the sky.

Twinkle, twinkle, little star.

How I wonder what you are.

It’s a sweet song. And Corley loved it. But my mind was taken back to a different version I heard as a kid. It went something like this:

Twinkle, twinkle, little star.

How I wonder what you are.

Up above the world so high.

Michael diamond in the sky.

Twinkle, twinkle, little star.

How I wonder what you are.

That’s right.

Michael diamond.

I don’t remember how old he was, but my little brother heard the words to “Twinkle, Twinkle” and was certain that it said “Michael diamond”. He certainly was a special little diamond.

I’ll never forget the day he was born.

My older brothers and I were hanging out at Jarman Elementary in Tulsa, Oklahoma on October 9, 1999. We were in a church member’s schoolroom because Mom and Dad were at the hospital awaiting the arrival of the fourth Thomas child.

We were all playing and waiting. Waiting and playing.

The phone rang and Mrs. Nevins answered it, then turned to us with a smile on her face.

I bolted out the door and ran down the hallway.

Forgetting all manners I had ever been taught, I was yelling as I ran:

“HE’S HERE!!! MRS. WOLFE!! MRS. WOLFE!!! HE’S HERE!!!!”

I interrupted the conversation my 3rd grade teacher, Mrs. Wolfe, was having with the three other 3rd grade teachers in the hallway.

I stopped as she knelt down to greet me with a huge smile on her face.

“My little brother was just born!”

All the teachers squealed with excitement.

I honestly don’t remember much about that day after that. I don’t remember going to the hospital. Or the day we brought him home.

But I remember the excitement that boiled over inside of me when I found out that Michael Thomas had finally arrived.

It’s hard to believe that was 15 years ago.

To me, Michael should still be in love with Thomas the Tank Engine, building contraptions, making up rules to his own games, dressing as a jedi, singing about Michael Diamonds, and calling me Bibby. Instead, he’s visiting colleges, taking algebra, speaking German, crushing on girls, going on icee dates at Falls Creek, and passing up everyone in our family in height.

So, in honor of Mikey Boy, as he will always be to me, here’s a few pictures I was able to scrounge up:

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I’m pretty sure he still smiles like this..

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This is probably when he started to learn that he was the center of attention

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still shorter than all of us here…

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always one for games

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but he cleaned up nicely

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he will always be a fan of Braum’s chocolate ice cream

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a little goofball

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he kept wanting a hug so I made him take this picture

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and then this kind of became our thing

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did I mention he was super smart??

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and then came the day he passed me in height…and I was wearing heels

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I couldn’t believe it when my baby brother held my baby

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and then he wanted to hold my baby to attract girls :/

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but no matter how old or tall he gets, he will always turn to wave goodbye to his big sister.

Happy Belated Birthday lil Mikey Boy. You’ll always be the baby of the family and my baby brother. So no matter how much you annoy me or I terrorize you, know that I love you. Because “everybody loves baby!”

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