My baby brother turned 29 this weekend. He's one year away from 30. I think that makes me officially olde. I'm not such a terrible sister that I forgot to mention his birthday; we were busy hosting his birthday dinner, grilling up animal and vegetable carcasses and I haven't had a chance to embarrass him yet.
Adam is one of the greatest people you could ever be around and the best example of a tender, compassionate servant's heart I know. I don't tell him often enough how much I like him, probably because he is constantly making me laugh.
I love that Sam and Adam share a middle name and I hope that they'll share other qualities too. If Sammers turns out to be half the man that A is, I'll feel like we've done our best job.
I love you Buddy and couldn't have made it through this last year without you. Thank you for who you are.