My little brother turned 21 yesterday! I can't believe he's getting so big. I remember the day he came home from the hospital, how much I instantly fell in love with him, and the idea of being a big sister. Being a big sister meant that I had someone to look out for, someone to play with, and someone to dress up!
I love that as we get older, our relationship has changed from that of brother/sister to that of friends. I have so enjoyed this "little" guy. I loved his prayers when he was little (we still tease him about how he used to say them), and his dolphin laugh. I love that he doesn't mind when I call him Gibber-Snibbs in front of his friends, I love his random-off-the-wall conversation starters, I love just hanging out with him, I love how he quickly and casually says, "Love ya Morg," at random times, I love how he let's me call him "Debbie" because he was downgraded from "Nancy," and most of all, I love how he always has my back.
Griffin, the "single triplet," I love you so much, and am so glad you're my little brother!