One of the greatest blessings in my life is the fact that I get to have an older brother.
Carter drives me insane. He loves to be cynical, is known to always stand in your way, and likes to put silverware in the wrong places. His music taste is unlike no other, and because of that, I have been introduced to songs that have changed my life for the better and for the worse. But, Carter also keeps me sane. He lets me be undeniably stupid, and although I get the occasional teasing, he likes to join in on my childness too. And it is great.
The last night before he left for his freshman year at Missouri, I went with Carter up to CVS to print out some last minute photos for his dorm room. And even though the 20-year old I still live with my mom cashier guy talked to us about the legitimacy of fidget spinners for 3 minutes and Carter disowned me for wearing pajama pants in public, it ended up becoming one of my favorite nights of summer vacation. Driving home, fully disregarding the Texas heat, we sang our hearts out to Landslide, windows down and all sadness tossed aside. I believe it was the greatest temporary goodbye to my brother I could have ever had, solely for the simplicity of that moment.
Carter, thank you for always making sure that I am okay, even when you may not be. Thank you for making me laugh so hard that the floor shakes with me. Thank you for giving me your t-shirts, because there is no such thing as too many. Thank you for yelling at the TV at 1 in the morning to remind me that I am not the only one awake in the house. Thank you for putting up with me. Thank you for coming home for Christmas. Thank you for showing me that change is so very good, and then inspiring me to become so in love with the opportunities I have been given. Thank you for being the best brother I could ever have.
I love you bae bro.
Love, Valerie x