He is the only boy,
but somehow inherited more sweet than all of his sisters combined I'm pretty sure.
He was the brother who would take out your trash if you asked...
even if you had nothing better to do than to take it out yourself.
No questions asked, just served you with a smile.
Sure, he was a boy sometimes.
He forgot dinner dates and made silly mistakes.
But oh boy, I sure love that kid.
From trips to Texas, to high school track practice,
to Sunday dinners at college.
We've been through a lot together.
[as evidenced in the lovely pictures below]
And today is his birthday!
Right now he is far away, and I miss him dearly.
Not because he's my brother- because he's my friend.
He will be gone from us for two years,
as he preaches what makes us both the happiest in the whole world:
The good news of the gospel.
The message that Christ lives and loves you.
So, to the boy who women of all ages adore.
The boy who still lets me call him bub,
and is the cutest uncle to Baby Clara I've ever known.
To the boy who wears a full coyote skin on his head,
and your grandfather's sweaters.
I love you, and hope you have the best birthday.
And I hope somebody feeds you something good tonight.
Because as awesome as the paper cake I sent you was,
it will only fill your heart.