Hey. Sup.

So everyone has started writing these "open letters," so I guess I might as well write you one.

Even though you're my "little" brother, you're pretty much my older brother. You're bigger than me. You're louder than me. You're slightly more outgoing than me. You definitely make more money than me (what?). You also think you can beat up any male that ever talks to me, even though you probably could.

Basically, we grew up fighting, beating each other up and getting mad at each other for spying on the other. You put up with me and my best friends putting makeup on you (sometimes in your sleep), - even though one time you repaid us by putting nail polish in our ears, thanks - stunting you while we practiced for cheerleading and stealing the gameroom from you to watch movies. We have countless videos of us dancing to songs like "Brass Monkey," and then stopping immediately when Mom would come upstairs. There were times where we seriously injured the other - but now we crack up laughing about.

Now you've come to the point where we are so close in age (and just so mature) that we share friends, hang out together and die laughing together. We still fight. I still tell on you. But we still always laugh about everything the next day, or week, whatever. On top of that, I actually approve of your girlfriend (a lot), which rocks so props to you.

Every time I come home from school, or you come up to visit, we have the best time. Plus, you either clean my house or offer to cook me breakfast so that's cool, too. My friends think you are way too cool, and that's probably because you used to comment "Hey, she gotta boyf?" on every Instagram picture I've ever posted.

I'm so thankful to be so close to you. Even though we are the least serious siblings ever (which makes sense, just look at our family), I appreciate how much you care for me - and everyone else you meet. It's super apparent in all of the things you do for me and others. Keep on! You'll go far in life.

Love you so much!!

-Sissy