Coolest kid on Rural Route 3.

This is how I think of my little brother: 11 years old, thinks I'm cool and can always entertain me - even if we're in Canada and entertainment is watching the bears...

Or trying to convince the National Enquirer that he's preggers.

In four short years he went and grew up on me. Now when I go home I have to track him down, and he's usually working.

Agriculture is in his blood. It's not just what he does - it's who he is.

But he'll always be my little brudder who let's my take dorky pictures. {This one is obviously showing his hands are huge and mine resemble those of an eighty-year-old grandmother}

His hands are always dirty. Again, back to the working.

Here's to hoping he always thinks I'm the coolest big sister.