I was 16 years old when my little brother, Christopher, was born.  I immediately fell in love.  He was such a delightful little blessing.  Crestina and I babied and spoiled him like nobody’s business.  He brought so much light to us after such a dark time.

Almost like a mother for her son, it’s been tough watching him grow up.  My Little Brother is now a young man.  It’s hard to believe at times as I so vividly remember this little character who lit up my life the moment he entered it.

I left home to move on with my own life when he was only two years old.  Today he turned 23.  I missed a large chunk of his childhood, but my love for him has been constant.  I’m so proud of the man he’s become.  And I’m so grateful to know him as an adult, to have become closer to him more than ever before, and most of all, that he’s My Little Brother.

I love you so much, Christopher.  I give thanks for you everyday.