When i was younger...

there was no one cooler than my brother.

He wouldn't believe me if i told him that today. Surprisingly i was the popular one before we moved. When we walked down the hall people referred to him as "Beckett's brother".

My brother was always a social person, but the teenage years provided him with baby fat and an increasing dislike for school.While i seemed to do well there, he saw no like or need for it when he was more interested in drawing. I was deemed the smart one, while he felt he faded in the back.

Of course the roles have reversed, but what my brother may never come to realize is that even when we were younger, i admired him more than anyone i knew.

It was he that i told my creative writing ideas too, and my first co-writer to movie.

He who ate the rice i accidently burnt, and said it wasn't that bad.

It was he who held my hand while we crossed the street to make sure i made it across safely.

My brother seems to mainly think of our relationship in a competitive way. We still race to see whose the fastest, see who can sing the longest note, and even who can solve puzzles first.

But underneath that all, i admire him more and more everyday. So he's a huge slacker, but he is full of so much potential. And even though i have pretty much taken the role of older sister to his ways, somewhere deep down inside i look up and wish i was as cool as him.

To you Morg on your 22nd year on this crazy planet.

Happy Birthday

And i'm sorry mom forgot and thought it was the 31st of may.

You are loved.