God, how weird is that??? How fucked up is it to say my little brother is 23. I mean, I remember when he was a royal pain in my ass, literally. He spent an entire couple of years being a 'punk', lol. Of course, I also remember when he used to sit in his room playing with Teen Age Mutant Ninja Turtles for hours... Ok, see, now I want to sing the theme song... teen aged mutant ninja turtles, heros in a half shell - turtle power! I loved Michelangelo... well as much as you can love a cartoon turtle anyway. He also had legos from hell and more hot wheels cars then any boy should ever have.
He's been a good brother though. Bless his heart, he grew up in a house full of chics. My mother, sister, myself... then for a brief time my two older girls. What guy could possibly come out of that sane? Probably why he ran off and joined the navy, so he would be around some guys! And they could do manly things... like play Halo and fart. I dunno, I am not a guy. [totally off topic, but I just remembered some books I had as a kid called the Thingamajigs, did you guys have these??]
Anyway, Noah and I fought a lot, probably because we were only two years apart. It wasn't until he hit highschool that he and I could really hang out and talk. We have always been very different people, different priorities and really very different lives. But you know what? My brother kicks ass.
My brother has stepped up and filled in the shoes of father figure for my girls. He has loved them, so much, from day one. He has always taken the extra time to sit and talk to them or call and see how they are or spend a fortune on a birthday party because he couldn't be there. He loves them, more than any uncle has ever loved a child. He loves them as though he were their father. And for that, he is the best brother I could ever imagine having. And the best uncle they could ever have.
Noah, I love you so much. And I am so absolutely proud of you in everything that you do and in the man that you have become. Happy Birthday.
~Your Sister
