Here is the core of my soul, my Poo, the light of my life. Know this, baby brother, I knew how much I loved you by how many times I opened the hospital door asking the doctors if you were ready yet. I don’t know where the little boy in Batman pajamas went but I see him when you laugh. I don’t know what year you became the strongest man alive but I need him all the time. And I don’t know how good of a sister I’ve been to you, but I know you are the greatest brother in all of God’s earth. I love you, and yes I’m crying because you are 20. Happy birthday, Poo.