You know Ethan.
That little brother of mine.
The one who is always so full of life.
The one who says funny things, and you laugh, and you love him all the more?
He's solid. He remains who he is.
He doesn't change. Right where he's planted.
Right what he believes.
Vicious about justice.
Kind in his love.
Stark raving mad in his brilliant mind!
Amazing in his creations.
Who sheds tears because his mother cries, the one who jumps and yells because the good side won.
His eyes wander when he's thinking. They stray from your face when you ask him a question.
He chuckles high, in his throat, and he listens. Listens. I love how he listens and when he doesn't understand, he asks.
Asks hard. Understands hard.
He puts snake toys in Dawna's bed so she'll scream.
He hugs her to show he loves her.
And every single night he locks the front door, and knocks on everyone's doors and tells them, "Good night, I love you!" saying everyone by name, as if to committ to memory that tonight everyone knows he loves them.
When we leave, with errands to run in town, if only to mail a package and we'll be back in twenty minutes, he says it again. "Good-bye, I love you."
Happy Birthday, Ethan.
I love YOU.