You're an attorney and sometimes that just weirds me out. I mean, it's not like I don't think it's right for you, but it just seems so grown up. Heh. I'm just proud of you and what you have become. You have come a long way from being someone I got into fist fights over, even though you know I'd do it all again.
What I'm trying to say here is that I love you, all of you. All the facets, the good parts and the flaws. You're my big brother and I don't think that I could have created a better one. You blessed me with stories, imaginary worlds and belief in myself and what I could do. You argued with me to make me think, not to piss me off. You gave me books that required me to have a dictionary close at hand. You gave me music, oh, the music that you gave me. You gave me a persona that lives with me today. You gave me all these things and so much more and I am a better woman for it.
Take one man, add thirty-two years and what do you get? Love, Law, and Rock-n-Roll.