My brother is three years, one month and three days younger than me. On paper, anyway. But if you think of a big brother as somebody who’s taller than you, he’s been that for about 15 years. And if you think of a big brother as somebody you look up to, he’s been that for an awful lot longer.
He got his wings last week, the culmination of three years of hard work to become a naval aviator. So yeah. Just when I think I can’t admire him much more, he goes and does something like that.
Congratulations…
…Sunshine. :)