My brother turns 18! I'm still amazed by how tall he is next to me! My mental image of him is that he's still the family's baby, that little kiddo who always ran after me. And suddenly he is the one who has no time for me, suddenly it's he who yells at me for always forgetting the keys or for being stupid, and he's the one who has to pick me up and give me a ride because he's getting his drivers license before me. What a strange, and wonderful, feeling when your little brother, who you have been taken care of your whole life, suddenly is changing roles with you. I love you the most, my baby brother.