Dear Brother,
Twelve years ago, you were born. Eleven years and five months ago, I met you for the first time.
You have no memory of your time with us, but you were the best thing about 2006. When my family started fostering, we didn't expect to get attached to any of the kids we cared for. In the beginning, that was easy. Before you, our foster kids only stayed with us for a couple of months. But then, on December 17th, 2005, we met this cute, chubby, little boy with rosy cheeks and a 24/7 smile and immediately fell in love.
In the eight months that we cared for you, we got to cheer you on as you took your first steps and said your first words. We took you to doctor's appointments. We strapped you into your car seat hundreds of times. We even got to celebrate your first birthday. My sisters and I were so excited to have a brother; we played with you all the time. Not kidding. Hmm...maybe the next time we see you, we'll tell you about your time as the unbeatable superhero, Binky Boy.
You're such an awesome kid and I feel so privileged to have been able to watch you grow and mature. You're an amazing brother to your older and your younger siblings. You are such a caring and loving son. Not to mention, you have killer dance moves, can do flips on your trampoline, and play baseball like a pro.
I'm so thankful that our relationship didn't end in 2006. No matter how old you get, you'll always be my little brother, and I'll never stop giving you bear hugs.
Have a happy, happy birthday. We love you to the moon and back!
Sincerely,
Your Loving Sister























