Dear Little Brother,

I know getting along isn't our strong suit and I act more like a mother to you than an older sister. Growing up with you has been the worst and the best at the same time. There really is never a quiet moment in our house because most of the time you are stressing about my dog making a mess or I'm yelling at you because you never wake up.

I really am glad I get to call you my little brother. I'm also glad you weren't a girl and that I ended up with a brother like you; therefore, I wanted to take the time to thank you for a few things that you've done in the past 17 years.

Thank you for going to eat with me when we both have a day off and I'm hungry.

Thank you for putting up with me at work.

Thank you for coming to all the countless dance recitals, cheer competitions, and musicals.

Thank you for giving me someone to cheer on at baseball and hockey games.

Thank you for accepting my animals. Even though you say you hate them all, deep down you love them and probably play with them when nobody is home.

Thank you for telling me when I am wrong.

Thank you for the tough love.

Thank you for being a live-in friend.

Thank you for making me laugh.

Thank you for telling me what to wear (and what not to wear).

But most importantly,

Thank you for being you.

Love,

Big Sis.