My dear brother,
I guess I'll start out with this, you were a pain growing up. You made me want to tackle you, but I was far too small. I hated it when you even looked at me. You made me want to move out at the ripe age of six years old. Even though you were the definition of pain in my butt, I still loved you.
Brother, we have jokes with each other that many will never understand solely because our family is a bunch of weirdos. You also find enjoyment in laughing at me, but in all honesty, I do not mind. I find enjoyment in laughing at you, too. You tell me things that I truly do not care about. You tell me about how funny it is that I am shorter than the average college student. And you also sing songs with me whether or not you want to admit it.
If I am being honest, when you left for college, I did not think I would miss you as much as I did and still do. I may joke around and complain about you coming home, but I am always glad to have you home again. I will always love having you around.
To add on, I always loved cheering you on when you played football. I always loved yelling at you in the stands. I always loved telling people "That's my brother out there! He is a turd, but I love him!" I am thankful that I get to call you my big brother.
Brother, we might have fought when we were little. I might have sat on your head. You might have held my arms down until they went numb and I yelled "MOM!!!", but I would not have had it any other way. I will always remember our childhood together as you tormenting me 24/7. Thank you for that.
Furthermore, I truly love how we send each other memes as a true sibling bonding time. I find it funny that we can have a conversation strictly in memes. When I tell people about that, they look at me like I'm crazy. I think otherwise. Brother, I love it when you send me something that can make my day a 100x better, especially when that day has not been the best. You really are the best. Do not tell Mom and Dad I said that.
To say thank you is not enough. You helped me become the young woman who is stronger than most seem to think, who knows when a guy is not the right person, who led me to love sports, and who has never let me down. I am glad that I get to call you my brother.
I would not have it any other way, no matter how many times I wished I had a sister growing up. Thank you for being the brother who never let me down. Thank you for being the brother who was embarrassed when I said "Hi" to him at school, and thank you for being the brother who always had my back. Thank you, Brother.
Also, thanks for letting me borrow your sweatshirts.
Sincerely,
A Sister Who Is Thankful