Dear little bro,

When I first found out about you I wouldn't say I was necessarily happy or sad. Maybe shocked is the word I'm looking for. I had wanted a sibling for eight years (yeah EIGHT) and by the time I got the news I had already accepted the fact that I was bound to be the only child. When mom asked me, "Are you okay with having a baby brother or sister?" I had no choice but to say yes. I mean what else could I say?

It took some adjusting, but eventually I got used to you. Your crying, messes, and annoying little habits were something that turned into a part of my normal life. Sometimes you were a pain...

But now I realize, 10 years later, that having a little brother isn't so bad after all.

Actually, you make life a million times better.

You were my first real love baby bro.

Here, let me explain...

I never wanted to leave you.

From the second I felt you kick I fell in love. And when you were born, I fell in love all over again. You were MY brother. A sibling of my very own! I never wanted you to be out of my sight. I loved to shower you with love and lots of kisses. When I didn't get to see you I was always looking forward to the moment I could again.

We got in fights (and still do).

Oh how you drive me crazy sometimes . Even though we fight I wouldn't trade the hair pulling, tickle fights, or pillow wars for anything. In the end we always hug it out, and we all know I can beat you up anytime of any day.

We went practically everywhere together.

"Wanna go to the store with me?"

"Only if we can get food after..."

"Fine."

That's pretty much how our lives were...and I was perfectly okay with it. The jam sessions in the car to Taylor Swift and Fetty Wap were always on point and the amount of fast food we consumed was outrageous. You even went with me to the doctor and those dreaded dentist appointments. Thanks for always tagging along bud.

You broke my heart.

You broke my heart in more ways than one. When you were sick, I wanted to take the pain away from you. When you just couldn't understand your homework, I wished I could do the work for you. When I left for college, I wanted to take the sadness away. When mom told me you missed me, I wanted nothing more than to come home. When I missed your school events, I cried because I couldn't be there. You broke my heart little bro, but that doesn't matter because I love you.

I always come back to you.

You were my first real love, and no matter where I am I'll always come back.

Thanks for making life loads better.

I love you,

Your Big Sister