Due to some funkiness on my home computer, I can’t upload pictures from here, so he’s spared yet another eye-rollingly adorable photo of us when we were little.
(I imagine he is considering that a gift in itself.)
Even though I’m supposed to be three years older, he grew into the level-headed advice-giving one right about when he got taller than me, no matter how much I still tried to boss him and keep an eye on him and maybe occasionally beat on him.
And now that he’s a Navy pilot, his status as the cooler one is pretty well permanently cemented.
But he’s still my baby brother, and even though he’s 1800 miles away, he’s one of my very best friends in the world.
Happy birthday Matt! I love you!