The 13th Year

 

  I can't believe it's been thirteen years since my fool of a brother was born. 

He's the youngest and the only boy in our crew so he's special and he knows it.

He's the definition of the baby when it comes to birth order and I love him for it.

He's also silly, athletic, a gamer and doesn't know how cool he is. 

(He actually has groupies. We've witnessed them on multiple occasions. Ha.) 

 He's been the greatest addition to our family of girls and I wouldn't trade him.

Not like I could if I wanted ;)

 This year is the beginning to the what should be the best years of your life.

The teen years.

 

Quick advice:
 

The only girl you need is mom 

Tuck when you get "excited" 

Get a grip on your voice. It'll start changing

and you don't want to sound like you're yodeling.

When it comes to facial hair, go big or go home.

A Justin Bieber stache is never acceptable.

Be yourself and you can be anything.

 

Don't try to grow up too fast. 

Everyone wants to be young or at least feel that way.

 

While things are fun as a teenager, they can and will be awk 

but you'll handle it like the stud you are.

Happy birthday little bro.