One of the very best gifts my parents has ever bestowed upon me is my brother. Better than any doll because he never breaks. Better than any gift card because he’s never spent. Better than any single surprise because he’s full of them. He is my brother and therefore one half of me. He is one half of all that I see, I hear, I feel, I think, I learn. He is my most persistent teacher and I am his most persistent fan. His ears and thoughts double as my Pandora’s box. He’s shown me that anything is possible. He’s shown me that ideas are only letters and punctuation without action. He’s shown me I have much yet to learn. He’s first to point out my flaws and I am first to point out his. He is my best friend in every sense of the word. Through all of life’s trials and tribulations, all of its leaps and laughter, he is the goofy, gut-wrenching, (sometimes) garrulous gift that keeps on giving.