You’re the most important person in my life and the best thing to ever happen to me-- you’ve always been, since I first saw your tiny, chubby and angelic face. I can honestly say that I can not recall the amount of times I’ve told you so, but there is something in me that tells me that you have absolutely no idea of how much I mean this. Seriously.

Though for complicated reasons I didn’t get to meet you until you were 10 months old, I have seen you grow up in front of my very own eyes, and it hurts. It hurts only because I know that soon you will find yourself not needing anyone to help you-- you won’t need me. I will no longer be the person that tells you what you should do or not, or the one to help you realize that you’ve been misbehaving with our parents. I won’t be the one to guide you or offer you advice on something that you might consider worth talking about. Soon, you'll find it easy to simply walk away.

I have never appreciated time as much as I do now, and it might only be because of so, that I understand how much it sucks to see you grow; to see you shape into this great guy who’s heart is so pure and filled with nothing but beautiful feelings.

Soon, you’ll find someone who will fill in for me, a best friend you’ll confide in, someone to love, someone you’ll find yourself loving deeper than the sibling love you’ve got to learn thus far-- but , that will be OK, because you will be happy, you’ll be loved.

It will be until then, that I’ll be able to fully comprehend that you are ready to walk into the real world on your own.

It is only as time flies by, that it becomes clear that my parents did an amazing job raising you. It is also as time flies by, that I get to remind you that life gets hard and that regardless of how tough things get, how many times your heart gets broken, or the amount of times you don't make decisions wisely, I’ll still be here to hold your hand if you ask me to and I’ll make you feel protected like when we used to go to the park and I used to make sure you were still in a place where I could see you.

You might be 14 years old now and taller than me-- way taller I should say, regardless of any of those, in my eyes you will always and forever be my baby brother.

Thank you for changing my life as you entered my life and while holding that Barney, as you strolled down the airport to meet me-- for making me the luckiest and most fortunate girl to call someone like you, my brother.

I knew you were the life-long blessing my life needed, when I first saw you and felt our bond meet halfway.

With love,