Dear little (tiny baby) brother,

Sorry, get over it. You will ALWAYS be a baby to me. Even if you're a head taller than me and could throw me across the room with one fowl swoop.

For so long, mom has harped on both of us about how "you are all each other has" and although we're both like "yeah, yeah... whatever mom," it is painfully true. When everyone else is gone, it's just you and I, buddy.

We're both getting older, and therefore more mature, and I can't believe how long it's taken me to appreciate our friendship. I mean, there was a solid period of time when I wanted nothing to do with you. You just wanted to wreck up my friend's and I's barbie playhouses and watch StarWars on a constant loop. Let's never forget the skater phase either.

But now that I'm in college and you'll be heading there soon, I've come to realize that distance makes the heart grow so much fonder. I get SO excited when I come home to spend a weekend making stupid jokes with you, or even when you call me late on a school night just to chat.

Even though we have our many differences, I love that we can spend long nights talking about our differing views (respectfully with minimal name calling) and offer each other insight and advice. I promise to take your advice next time around. I seriously promise.

Thank you for being such a wonderful, brilliant, and inventive young kid. Words cannot describe how inspiring your little quirks are (tiny house, anyone?) Thank you for teaching me to love someone who can be difficult sometimes, and thank you for constantly living up to my expectations (which are high, I expect SO much from you.)

I am exponentially proud of you, and when all else fails, I am forever in your corner, supporting you until the very end. You are the best little brother a girl could ask for, and I promise that I will always be the big sister you need, whether it is for a kick in the pants or a shoulder to cry on.

Love,

Sissy