Hi Bugga,
When I say you’re my best friend, I want you to know that I mean it. When we were younger and used to butt heads, Mom would always tell me that blood is thicker than water. She would also tell me that friends will come and go, but luckily I have a friend in you that will never go away.
One of my favorite pictures of us is from when we were little munchkins. Ashleigh was babysitting us I’m pretty sure, and on the back porch in our pajamas she convinced us that we could be superheroes. There was one stipulation, however, to receiving our powers: we needed to pull our underwear over our heads. Thinking about it now, that was a mortifying experience. But when you look at our faces in that picture, we were full of pride. We were so excited because in that moment we were unstoppable.
We still are.
When we hang out, I know there are gonna be some memories made. We talk about anything and everything and make jokes that only make sense to us. Some would consider our conversations “over sharing,” but I’m glad that I can talk to my little brother about anything. You force me to have a level head at times because I remind you that you’re allowed to goof off a little from time to time. And in a lot of ways, you remind me I don’t have to be stiff all the time; I’m allowed to have fun, too. Sometimes it’s okay to start a USA chant in the middle of the food court.
Thanks for being my right hand man. Thank you for having the same face as me so that I never have to explain that you’re not my boyfriend, but rather my brother. Thank you for being there when my heart has been broken. Thank you for knowing when I want to talk about something and when I’d prefer to leave it alone. Thank you for knowing what to do when I’m upset, which 9 times out of 10 involves food. Thank you for being the best friend I could have ever asked for.
Whenever anything goes wrong, my first thought is to be there for you. I know you’re pretty close to grown by now, but I’ve come to realize that I’ll probably always feel the need to look out for you. I also want to apologize for the fact that you always seem to get the short end of the stick. But your time to shine is coming, Bug. I can’t wait to see where you’ll be this time next year, and in five years, and in ten years. I am so proud of the man that you are becoming, and I’m so excited to see what your future has in store. You’re still a superhero in my eyes, Bugga Boo. And I hope that you’ll always let me be your hero support (Sky High reference, if you missed it).
I love you, Eggot Allen,
Bobbi
