To My Brothers,
I don't really know where to begin so I guess I'll start with how incredibly proud I am of you guys. You all have grown up to be such amazing men. You are all exceptional husbands and fathers. Nothing brings me more joy than seeing you play with your children or kiss your wives. I'll admit that some times it doesn't seem real. After all, some of you were quite the rebels and you may have partied too hard at times. But that just makes it all the more special that you've all found your way.
I don't think I ever told you how much I appreciated you letting your little sister tag along on big boy activities. Thank you for letting me ride on your dune buggies and teaching me how to skateboard. Thank you for letting me sit on your lap and steer the car. Thank you for watching hours on hours of Barney on our way to family vacations. Thank you for letting me tag along in your truck while we blasted "In Da Club" by 50 Cent. Thank you for being the best big brothers a girl could have.
Without you guys, I wouldn't be half the woman I am today. You guys have taught me to be strong in difficult situations. To not let any guy give me less than I deserve. To always laugh at myself. Because of you guys, I am able to stand my own ground.
The day that we all had to stand up at our father's funeral and give the eulogy solidified the fact that we will always be there for each other. As I struggled to find my words through the tears, you guys just engulfed me in your love. Helping me get through one of the toughest speeches I'll ever have to give. I know that no matter what life throws at me, I will always have you guys standing by my side.
If I marry a guy who is even half the men you guys are today, I'll be one lucky girl.
Love,
Your Little Sister
(P.S. Sorry for accidentally snitching on you drinking upstairs, I just wanted some lemonade.)
