Hey Brotha,

I know that you are very nonsentimental so you will probably look at this and roll your eyes (punk), but I'm going to write about you anyway.

Sometimes I am really sad that we are four years apart. Why, you may ask? Well mostly because if we were closer in age, I might not have lost every single fight for the tv remote and I wouldn't have had to involuntarily watch hundreds of hours of ESPN. Another good reason is that by the time we actually started to really get along, you were in college and were crabby all the time (which makes much more sense now that I am also in college). Although I am sort of annoyed that it took me as long as it did to appreciate how lucky I am to have you as my big brother, at least now I can look forward to the fact that I get to annoy you with my appreciation for the rest of our lives.

Even though you really like Pokemon and sometimes wear odd clothing, I still think you're pretty cool. I am always willing to be the sounding board when you come home and have a million and one things that are annoying the hell out of you at that given moment, if for no other reason than I also love a good bitching session every once in a while. There's nothing better than knowing that if I'm annoyed about something, I can usually assume that you will be too. I guess if there isn't anything else that we have in common, we can always count on being able to discuss how much we dislike most people.

It is strange to think that as different as we were when we grew up together, we have grown to be more similar than not. I am grateful to know that I have a sibling that I can tell stupid things that I think are funny and can usually rely on the idea that you will think they are funny too. Similar as we are as people, I also laugh sometimes when I realize that we sort of trades roles somewhere along the way (dad always thought I would be the hippie kid).

Finally, I would also like to thank you for all of the memories we have together (this is the sentimental part, so strap in), such as the time we were playing baseball in the backyard and you hit me in the face and thought I was going to die, which was so devastating at the time and now it's just hilarious. Or all of the physical fights that shockingly never ended in a broken bone for either of us. Also, the time that you came and watched my swim meet even though you didn't want to because you knew how nervous I was. Thank you for all of the simultaneous eye rolls on vacations when we were all getting sick of one another, and the long road trips made better by listening to you and dad argue for hours at a time.

So, despite thousands of stupid arguments and annoyed looks, I'm still thankful that I have you for a big brother.

Love,

Your much cooler little sister