Just a sec.

I want to take a moment to say how awesome my little brother is. Okay, so he isn't exactly little. Being taller than I, let's just call him my younger brother. We've recently started an email going back and forth between us where we write down crazy memories we have from our childhood. Some of you may not know what I'm talking about, but among these memories are:
*We LOVED filming music videos. I have one of him and his friend Chris dancing to Missy Elliot with their underwear on their heads

*We would clean out the bottoms of our closets, put our sleeping bags in the bottoms of them and sleep in there. Sometimes we would trade rooms and sleep in opposite closets.

*The night before our first time flying to Disney World, we were helping each other make our beds and said "OK, we won't fight on this trip."

*Justin hid Daddy's keys the night before we were supposed to leave for Cape Cod and forgot where he put them. We were all up the entire night with flash lights searching our yard... come to find out he had hid them in a bowl in the kitchen.

*Ditch 1 and Ditch 2 in the winter under the power lines (you had to be there)

*Every Halloween we would keep our candy in a secret place and take them out only to trade. We would always eat our last candy bar Christmas Eve.

*Tennis over the roof... turned into tennis in the road once the parents found out we were hitting balls over the house. Still can't believe how long we got away with that..

*Sleeping in the same bed Christmas Eves and taking turns staying up to watch for Santa

*Instead of telling on each other, if we got mad we would either threaten to tear the sheets off the other's bed, or secretly rub their toothbrush in a bar of soap

*When Jenna and Alex would come over and we would lay out all of our stuffed animals on the driveway to play with them

*Roller blading. In the basement. To Ace of Base.

*Putting Barbies in our roller skates attached with shoe laces and taking them for walks (hey. we were really little here)

Go ahead and say we were crazy. But looking back, I had the best friend growing up, and still do. Justin has the warmest heart of anyone I know. He is funny when you least expect him to be, inappropriate at the wrong times, and compassionate when you need it the most. I can honestly say that Justin beats out my husband and parents combined when it comes to how many bouquets of flowers I've received.

Here's to you, Justin. I love you kid.