It's my little brother's birthday.
I love him.
He makes my head spin when he kisses me on the cheek. And sings "bennyandthejets" in my ear. And asks me to build something with him please. And I just darn love him to the moon.
Something a lot of people don't know, a long time ago, he almost wasn't my brother anymore.
But he still is.
And he will be forever.
I can't wait for the day his voice changes.
The day he's taller than me.
The day he has a crush on a girl.
The day he falls in love.
The day he can talk about Shakespeare with me instead of Roald Dahl.
The day he wants to get married.
The day he starts a family.
I can't wait for all that.
But for now, I'll just float paper boats with him in the bathtub and discuss Le Petit Prince and peonies.
And it makes me so happy.
Dear Little Boy.Happy Birthday.
You can't imagine what you mean to me.
Please listen to me and read Beatrix Potter.
When you're my age, you will wish you would have read it when you were your age.
It's important.
I like you to Mars.
Love from your older sister.
He pretty much rocks.
Love Bell.
