My Little Baby Brother

I love my brother, Andy. He is seriously one of the funniest and craziest people I know. As siblings we are fairly different. I am more reserved with people (until I get to know them) and Andy makes it his life’s mission to get to know as many people as possible. He is charismatic and could make the devil go to confession. He is multi-talented (right now I am eating cheesecake that he made with raspberries from his garden). He is thoughtful (he also brought a piece of that cheesecake in for my friend Baa). He is giving. He drives me crazy with his spontaneity, but it also one of the things I like best about him. He is just an overall great little baby brother (and yes, he is neither smaller nor younger than me). He leaves me crazy voicemails all of the time (the latest was to ask me how the cheesecake was and tell me that he catches the rain down in Africa – bonus points if you know what he is referencing). He instilled a love in me for stupid 80’s music and softball. I hated him in middle school (and he hated me back) and in high school he became my protector, confidante and late-night-errand-runner-partner. Here’s to you, Drew, the bestest big bro a girl could have.