Kyle is the third, the youngest, the baby. He is a good brother, son, uncle, grandson, nephew and friend. My brother is smart. His love for his family is felt completely. I love having a brother that doesn’t shy away from hugging me and is most often the one to initiate a hug. Somehow Kyle has managed to survive two crazy older sisters. Sometimes by standing back acting normal and watching the crazy unfold,
I know I don’t say it enough but I love my brother and I am thankful for him. I am so grateful that Maddy has Kyle to call uncle because he is an example of “one of the good guys,” a good guy that is willing to help his family and friends in any way he can, a good guy that works hard and lives honestly and a good guy that feels and shows love freely.
I hope that even when I tease him relentlessly, like big sisters sometimes do, he knows that he is loved and appreciated. Because honestly I have one seriously cool little brother.
We love you!
Now enough of all the freaking mushy crap, tomorrow we parrr-tay! And by parrr-tay I mean I plan to get your reasonably* drunk and make you shake your groove thang** with your sisters at some random*** bar or club.
*Puking sucks and I would rather not have you throw up on my carpets later in the night.
**Photographic evidence of such booty shaking may be collected for future use.
***Yes, we have no idea where we are going yet, but we.are.going.