Jacky

You are one year older than me and you are about to be a father.

I can't help but think of all those times I finished my desert before you.

How slowly you opened your presents.

Pretending to cry so you'd get in trouble.

All those fights that seemed so important at the time.

Looking up to you for everything.

Feeling like you're the funniest person I've ever met.

Having a best friend to grow up with.

To push the van out of the snow with. To play risk for days with.

To talk about god, and life and bottled water until we wake dad up.

Becoming an adult and showing me, in your very undramatic way, the unconditional love a brother has for a sister.

It's funny how time passes and I realize you are that person somewhere else now, for other people.

And that's okay. It's okay to grow.

But I still think of how grateful I am to have been born right after you, and now I will be there for your first child.

love