I still remember the day mom and dad told me I was going to be a big sister. I even remember the days you were both born. The first time around I was 3 and sported an awesome "I'm a big sister" t-shirt. I was excited to hold you and help care for you. I finally had someone to share my toys with.

The second time around I was in the 3rd grade. This time mom and dad sat two of us down and said they had a surprise. I was positive it was a trip to Disney world, but it wasn't. I was slightly disappointed when the words "you're going to be a big sister again " came out of their mouths instead of "we're going to Disney" , but eventually got excited because mom and dad said If it was a girl I got to name her. Well she didn't have a girl, it was another boy and of course my brother got to name him. Your name was going to be Mackenzie if you weren't a boy...

Although I always dreamed of having a sister to play dress up, share clothes and go on endless shopping sprees with, I'm lucky enough to have brothers who do all those things with me.

To my first brother...

I didn't really give you a choice as to if you wanted to wear my girly costumes and take part in my dance shows. As much as I loved that, I also loved playing outside in the mud with you and all the other boys on the street. You never doubted my athletic ability when I was the only girl playing baseball, basketball or soccer with all the boys. The days we spent jumping in and out of the pool in the warm Texas heat are ones I'll never forget, or thinking it was a good idea to ride our bikes through a sprinkler to keep cool. I still have those pretty scars on my knees from all the times I fell. How about when we thought we would build a man made pond in the empty lot next door. Mom sure did love cleaning off our clothes that were covered in mud.

As you got older you grew out of my costumes and were to cool to take part in my dance shows. We didn't spend as much time play sports together and began to find our separate interests and hobbies.

Over the years our friendship has gotten stronger though. I know I can always count on you when I need an extra hand or someone to practice with. I've watched you grow into the most loving, caring and humble guy I have ever met. Someone I look up to and strive to be like. You never fail to make me proud.

To my youngest brother...

Oh where do I even begin. Your high maintenance and energetic self brings so much energy and life into our house. You keep me on my toes and are always questioning my every move. I knew you were going to be a wild one when your favorite song to dance to at the age of 2 was Sexy Back by Justin Timberlake. Whenever that song came on your face lit up and you were bouncing around the kitchen. The pots and pans were your favorite form of entertainment, but the banging was piercing to my ears. Over the years you have become so smart and caring. You're always worried about those that you love. I can always count on you for a hug and to put a smile on my face.

Never did I imagine that a brother 10 years younger than me could teach me so much about life. You help me to remember to enjoy to little things in life. You've showed me to love unconditionally. That caring about those that I love is important.

Although I get annoyed with you bombarding me and my friends while were hanging out or always asking my boyfriend and I to play PlayStation or monopoly I'll never get tired of spending time with you.

I wish more than ever I could be at home to continue to watch you grow. I love and miss you both more than ever. Thank you for being my bestfriends and staying by my side through the good and the bad.