9

Brother, it's your birthday.
And I try not to think about it too much because I could cry thinking about the boy you've become.

Nine years ago in the wee hours of the morning you came into this world at the very last possible second.  You took forever to make your grand entrance because maybe you knew somehow in the depths of your being that you needed just a little more time where it was safe and silent and good.  Because, after all, your world was about to begin and you would have a bigger job than I could ever imagine.  The job of becoming the most

independent
selfless
sensitive
caring
energetic

brother around town.

It was you and me for 18 months.  And we laughed, and went to the library, strolled at the park, touched flowers, rocks and rivers, played with wooden toys, read 10 books a day and frolicked at the beach.  Neither of us really knew deep down inside how our world was about to change.

And change it did.

My dear James, you rose to the occasion.  And I know it was a long road to get there.  I know you had years where maybe you were slightly ignored, angry, depressed and even brushed aside.
It was hard.

But I love you just the same and year after year I see that your heart is flung open wide for us to come along side you and answer your deep questions, aid you as you care for the underdog, and support you as you follow your dreams.  And I wouldn't say this to any kid, but YOU my dear, have been given the character, the determination, the set of skills, and the drive to be just about anything you want-

So-
Chase hard after God.
Love deeply.
Apologize without guilt.
Be empathetic.
Care for the underdog.
Whisper kind words to those who are angry.

Actually, maybe you should tell me to do these things.

I love you baby.