For my brother, my friend.

My little brother turned twenty on Sunday, October 17th. My little brother that used to play cowboys and indians with me in the woods. My little brother that used to strip down and run around the house doing the "naked booty dance" with me. (Yes, we know we're weird.) That little brother turned twenty, and I find that so hard to believe.

In the last twenty years, my little brother has accomplished a lot.

In the last twenty years, my little brother has overcome so many obstacles.

In the last twenty years, my little brother graduated high school and then went on to graduate from the best technical school in the country. He makes me proud.

My little brother taught my even little-er brother how to ride a dirtbike, and in doing so sparked a passion that has become an incredible talent.

Justin spent hours and hours every summer with little kids at vacation bible school who absolutely adored him, and I saw just how much he adorned them, too.

He played on a semi-professional paintball team and also paintball-ed my car once. Awesome.

My little brother has done a thousand stupid things in the past twenty years, but he's done a million things right.

Over the past twenty years, my little brother Justin has become my friend. And I love him very, very much.