Dear little brother,

Wow it feels weird calling you my "little" brother, considering you're actually now taller than me in height. You are crazy, weird, fun, hilarious, understanding, and just about everything a little brother should be. You turn bad days into bright ones and frowns into smiles. You know when to make me laugh and when to just simply leave me alone for an hour. And for all those times I made you quit playing "2K" so I could use the PS4 for Netflix--thank you.

Thank you for putting the dishes away even though mom and dad told me to do it. Thank you for running errands with me when I don't want to go by myself. Thank you for the late night ice cream runs (I miss these so much you have no idea). Thank you for sharing your left over food with me. And thank you for actually calling me to ask if you can have my leftovers instead of just taking it (like a certain someone else would). Thank you for backing me up when I’m right in an argument, and telling me when I’m actually in the wrong (which is like never). Thanks for breaking all those lamps with me, but never ratting me out (whoops). Thank you for being someone I can talk to whenever I may need it.

You have grown and matured into such a wonderful person and I couldn’t be more proud to call you my (not so) little brother. This world would be a boring place without you and there’s no one else I’d rather do crazy shenanigans with. You are one of a kind, brother. Thank you for being everything a little brother should be and so much more.

“Because I have a brother, I will always have a best friend.”