My Dear Dylan,
Seventeen years and 5 months ago, I was annoyed with getting another brother. Today, I could not be more proud of you. I admire you for making the decision to serve our country and do your own thing. I'm so glad that you turned out to be 'my buddy' like mom always said.
I can never express in words what I'm feeling. I cry because you're growing up. I want you to still be seven! :) I will see you in August, where I will definitely be crying. I'll tell mom to pack the tissues. I love you, baby brother, more than you know.
Love,
Your big sister

Today, I'm a [little] teary-eyed because my baby leaves for Basic Training at Ft. Knox.

