Ames. I made the mistake of reading Kristen's Xanga entry first. I think we both know how vital of a mistake that was....considering we have been left in the wake of that artistic wonder for as long as we both can remember. But, I swallowed my pride, and instead of putting an end to this post and calling it a night. I knew better. Because I knew you deserved better.
Let me start off by saying:
"Amy is so old. How old is she? Everybody. How old is she? Amy is so old......"
Just kidding. If Michael Scott were there on your bday it would probably be a far more up-beat and probably borderline inappropriate comment. Of this I am certain.
What I really wanted to say is:
While everyone gets to call you mei-mei.... you're the only one who gets to call me guh-guh. And I love that.
Whether it was keeping a close eye on you on the playground as kids to make sure you were a ok. Or whether it be keeping a close eye on you through facebook as adults so I can see what you are up to. I'll always be playing the role of older brother.
I have missed the closeness of that role these last couple of months. My job is harder through the web. Can't wrap you up in a hug you can't get out of. Invite myself to the next room over for a quick chat. Or drop a "Makin' Nachos" at an appropriate (or inappropriate) moment. "There's no such thing as an appropriate joke. That's why its a joke."
But I know proximity will never diminish my love for playing the part as your older brother.
So let me end by saying:
You are a champ Ames. I love you very much. You have the "it" factor about you I love. We all love. I don't know what "it" is, but you've got it.
And she looked me in the eyes and she said, "Young man, you have got it." And........Dorothy Gish. It's a true story.
So remember. Near of far. Know I am thinking of you.
And I look forward to continuing to walking next (or just ahead) of you in this life till we are one-hundred-nine.
And let me finally say:
Happy Birthday to You.
