Happy Birthday, Brother!

Dear big brother of mine,

It's funny how how you went from the bully of my life to the hero. Ok, maybe not a terrible bully, but I do remember having spitting fights which you alway seemed to win. Being held down while you drooled on me or farted in my face. Taking me waterskiing only so you could whip the boat around and make me fall. Sending me a present on my birthday when you were in South Carolina. Going golfing with me and sneaking a cigarette out on the course when Dad wasn't looking (I'm blaming that one on you).

I think of how you listen to my opinions on life, even when they're strong and sometimes opposite of what you believe, knowing that being brothers counts more than changing someone else's belief. Yes, I remember always wanting to sleep in your bed as a kid since I was scared of the dark, and how you'd let me, but only after I got you a glass of water from the bathroom. I remember often spitting into this glass of water and feeling a little better about losing the spitting fight. Be glad you're not my sister, who's toothbrush I would sometimes dip in the toilet in retaliation for being a little bitchy :)

You're a great role-model to me, in how to stick close to your family and how to raise your children. I respect you and love you very much. Now get your own damn water!

Love,
Me.