…Okay, he’s not really a baby anymore. He’s 14 today (what?!), but he’ll always be my baby brother in my eyes. When he was born, I was so excited because I could help my mom take care of a little person, which I thought was so cool. I remember how much I loved holding you, feeding you and watching your tiny fingers wrap around mine. I also remember the very first time I made you laugh, it warmed my heart and I’ll keep that memory with me forever.
To my baby brother, who teaches me to always put a smile on my face, who laughs at the little things, who shows love and concern for everyone. As I write this, you’re sitting in the next room laughing at the TV, and I still can’t believe how much time has passed, how many laughs have been laughed since the very first time you made that joyous noise.
I remember your first date (although you still deny it), I’ll remember the struggles as you begin to define yourself. I know kids hate to hear it, but you’re growing up too fast. You’ve got your own path, you hold your own views, and although you drive me absolutely insane at times, I can’t help but smile when you’re around.
I remember the pain I felt in my chest when you hopped out of the car when we dropped you off for your first day of high school. You didn’t look back at the car as we sat there in the parking lot, but I never lost sight of you. My baby brother taking the strong steps toward independence as he began a new chapter in his life. I remembered thinking, “He’s all grown up now. He’s on his path, he’s a young man and he’s strong. He’s resourceful. He’s intelligent.”
I am so proud of you, so happy for you (… And I always will be)
Through thick and thin, good and bad, joy and pain, he’s been there with me.
You continue to inspire me each and every day, and I’m thankful to have you as my brother and my friend. I love you.