He has always been my best friend. As we are only eighteen months apart, I grew up playing with him, watching movies with him, and unfortunately for him, dressing him up in my princess dresses. When he was really little, I was his voice. I knew what he wanted and I made sure that these needs were communicated. We shared a room for a little while, but honestly, we shared just about everything else as well; toys, friends, and experiences. We traveled so much so we really only had each other to play with.

He's always been the wild one. My mom always told us that if he had been born first, there wouldn't have been a second kid. We watched him as he grew into his humor and as he developed a strong passion for sports. He played just about every sport at one point or another. He's incredibly determined when it comes to sports and I love that about him.

He has always struggled with school in a way that I couldn't understand. Academics had always come easily to me and while he was incredibly smart, he always had to work to achieve his goals. I was given the task of helping him with simple things when we were homeschooled in Germany. He used to complain about being in my shadow when teachers had me first and then got him the next year. I always felt bad for that. Eventually, my aid shifted to helping him write a college admissions essay. It seemed to happen so quickly.

He is so kind and caring. He loves to be around kids. He's friendly to everyone that he meets and everyone says that he's incredibly well behaved and polite. I tended to disagree with that.

We fought often. We still do, typically over stupid things. Sometimes it escalates into full-on fist fights but regardless, one of us will go into the others room not even an hour later to annoy the other.

He drives me crazy. He always has and I'm positive he always will. Since we are so close in age, my parents used to make me take him everywhere. He was friends with all of my friends because that's who he hung out with. In high school, I got my license and had to drive him to school. Because of this, when I went somewhere after school, he had to go as well. He argues just for the sake of arguing and does things just for the sake of annoying me. I'd be lying if I said I didn't do the same.

He's always been the constant in my life. He was the one person who I wasn't angry with during my worst times. He has always looked out for me, whether it just be older boys in our neighborhood picking on me or boyfriends that didn't treat me with the respect I deserved. He was with me when my parents got separated and he still goes back and forth between them with me. He's my rock.

I went off to college and left him to fight his own battles. He's now driving to school by himself and looking for a school that he wants to go to next fall. Even though I am only an hour and a half away, I miss him every day. I miss hanging out with him, I miss annoying him, and I miss him annoying me.

Cooper, you're the worst, but I wouldn't trade you for the world.