Today my little brother came over to see me.

I say little, but there was nothing little about the way he filled the doorway and stairwell on his way in. There is nothing little about his personality or his talent or his aspirations or accomplishments. There is nothing little about who he is, can be, and will be. I call him my little brother, but nothing about him is little to me. He will always be seven feet tall and too wide to fit in my vision. My brother Jason...he looks down at the sky.

We talked as we always talk, about many things political and opinionated, when the conversation turned reflective and he ruminated over his life alterations with me. It's funny, as well as I know him, I am constantly learning things about my brother. There's always a new depth revealed when I see him, and I find myself in constant awe and swelling with pride that he is my brother. I feel foolish to say he surprises me, but he does...he really does. We're so alike while being so totally different. We are opposite sides of the same coin. We compliment each other so well. We have grown into more than just family, we are friends...allies...the keepers of each others' secrets. It might sound biased, but he is the best man I have ever known. He has always been the only constant in my life. Without him, there would be no me.

My little brother came to pay his big sister a visit today, and as always I am filled with renewed vigor for who I am and where I want to be.

He inspires me to be the person he has always treated me as...his big sister...the girl that looks down at the sky.

I love you, brubba...
thank you for loving me.
Thank you for always being you.