To my favorite big brother...

Bubba,

Since I was a little girl, you've been my hero.

You were the bold one.  The brave one.  The life of the party.

And, okay... so maybe you were exceptionally skilled in making me cry.  :)  But you were also exceptionally skilled at making me laugh.  And protecting me.

And letting me wear my Dorothy slippers when I was supposed to be playing cowboys and Indians.

As we grew up, I watched as you lived in every moment, and you made crazy, impulsive decisions.  I prayed for you and thanked the Lord when He brought you through some very close calls. :)

I definitely won't tell your story for you.  It is yours to tell.

But I will give God the glory for taking my big, strong, full-of-life brother and making you even bigger.  For working in your heart and shaking you up.  As I've watched you over the past few months, seeking Him out in your ninety-to-nothing way, I can't even tell you how proud of you I've been.  I can't tell you what an answered prayer it has been to watch you fall in love with the God who made you who you are, who knows what someone like you can do to make Him famous.

And watching you be baptized yesterday?

Seeing your bold profession of faith...

Hearing your pastor commend you for being the wonderful, strong, charismatic, loving person that we all love to pieces?

I'm just more proud than I can say, Bub.

Because, even though you've always been the best big brother I could have ever asked for, you're also my brother in Christ.  And I can't wait to see what He has planned for you.