The first memory I can recollect is of you. We were headed to Florida and had to share a mini television in the back seat. You played Jurassic Park like five times, but always covered my eyes whenever I became scared.

I remember your confirmation, excited one day I would have a party and cake just like you. You wore a fancy suit and tie but dropped cake on yourself later.

I remember your first homecoming with that girl from your Drivers Ed. Class. You both looked enchanting. Later that night I danced around my bedroom in a dress pretending I was in attendance.

I remember us learning to crack an egg open with one hand and crying in victory. Our mom so proud.

I remember your first girlfriend. I was an obnoxious little turd because I hated the thought of sharing you. With the many girlfriends to come, I was your little pain in the butt.

I remember the day you left for college. You may not know, but I cried in the kitchen when mom and poppy took you away.

I remember the first time I met your future. She was beautiful, and every time she entered a room your entire face lit up. I remember thinking things would never be the same. I remember crying thinking that I was losing my best friend.

Instead, I truly believe I gained a whole new best friend. A best friend who will soon realize living with you is a pain, but one of the biggest blessings. She will get pizza life chats at midnight, trips to Panchero’s at her beck and call, and random dance-offs while cooking together.

Looking back on the moments I shared with you, I remember you were my biggest role model. I wanted to do everything you did, I wanted everything you had, and I took for granted that time we had together. Those moments make up all the little reasons why I believe you will be a great father, a great husband, and wonderful life companion.

This once beautiful stranger is now a familiar face whom I am beyond excited to call family. She gets to spend the rest of her life with my best friend. I just hope I can be there for little glimpses into their life, and the occasional dance party.