Kolter J.

Little brother,

Remember when we saw the Queen of England and went to the Ritz Hotel for afternoon tea, where you fit right in and I had no idea what to do with myself?  Then we toured Westminster Abbey, and you found a sunny spot to kick back in the vestibule. You're one class-act guy.  

 

Remember when you gave an awesome, short-but-sweet speech at my wedding, and jumped right in to help bustle my dress for dancing?  What other brother does that?

Remember when we went boogie-boarding, only taking breaks to devour chips and fresh guacamole? (You don't even like avocados!)  Then we built a formidable sand castle, even though we weren't kids anymore.

 

 Remember when we jumped in the lake together, probably 10 times in a row?  That was before the boat died in the middle of the lake, and dad sat back there "serving a purpose" as we towed him to the dock.

 

 We've been on so many adventures, in the mountains and all around the world!  Even pretend adventures when we sat in the car in the driveway, taking imaginary roadtrips while we told each other stories and I bossed you around a lot.  Now, you're flying all the way down here so that I'll have company on the 24-hour drive back home before school starts.  (I promise not to be so bossy.)

You are one fantastic, laid back, super-smart, silly, thoughtful gem of a dude.