To my youngest brother,

It is crazy to think about the age gap between us. Before you were born, I had nearly finished growing up. You have only been around for a fraction of my life, while I had a whole different one prior to you. I still wouldn't change you for the world.

Now that I am older, and have all but moved out of the house, I realized that I have become to you what so many of my friends had growing up: The older sibling who is in college that is so cool, but only when they are home. You won't remember the times I spent changing your diaper, feeding you, playing with you, waiting for you to wake up so I could make you laugh.

Because I was nearly an adult when you were born, compared to our other brothers, I felt like I had such a small part in taking care of you. The day you were born, I was there. I was one of the first people to hold you, to know you. Leaving for school, and knowing that I would miss some of the most formidable years of your life, was really hard.

To you, I am the girl who comes home at holidays. I hope you remember me as the girl who held you on her chest when you were a baby and let you sleep, the girl who four years later let you crawl into bed with her, and let you fall asleep holding her arm.

You may not remember me being around much, you might only remember the Skype calls and the few days I am home, but to me, you will always be the baby I watched grow up. So please, don't forget about me.

Love,

The big sister who loves you more than you know.