birthday boy.

happy birthday!

you're 19. let's parrrtaaaay!

half of me says you're still a baby. and the other half says you're an old man. 

where has all the time gone?

{you know, when we used to be this big.}

you leave for your mission in exactly 18 days. craaaaazy. 

i'm already panicking over missing you too much, anticipating awesome letters from you,

and expecting you to be a strong cookie out there.

"you're my favorite brother."

{well, at least today you are.}

i love you dearly.

you are my best friend, and will be till' i die. 

i hope you have a happy birthday.

full of cake and ice cream, 19 spanks, and a party with those you love. 

p.s. feliz cumpleaños.