You made me believe that everything in my life had happened so that you could get here, and I was totally cool with that.
You gave me all my hardest work first, while I still had the energy for it, and then spoiled me with your ability to self direct.
You get sarcasm and know how to wield it, but you also know how to be kind. Or just plain silly.
Every time you ask if anyone wants the last roll/cookie/whatever before taking it for yourself, my heart swells with pride. You are the great and much-adored big brother.
And you always ask for mama's meatloaf for your birthday dinner. Happy birthday Calvin. You are my first and always baby.