When I was a toddler, my brother interviewed me in a little tape recorder. After about three questions he said "enough about you, let's talk about what you like about me".

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When I was in elementary school, my family went to King's Dominion. I liked Scooby Doo but didn't (and still don't) like rollar coasters. My brother rode the Scooby Doo coaster, and when he got off, he gently patted my hand and said "you can't handle it".

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When I was in middle school, I got into a fight with my parents, and my brother took me out to dinner to the Tomato Palace without telling them. I remember we got in trouble, but mostly I remember how cool he was to do that.

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When I was in high school, I was pet sitting for a friend's dog while she was out of town, and stupidly locked the key in the house. My brother climbed a tree, broke into second story window, and got the key for me. I don't think we ever told my friend.

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When I was in college, my printer ran out of ink with three pages to go and nine hours before a paper was due. My brother bought an ink pack and drove down from Pennsylvania in the middle of the night. The paper was on time.

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When I got married, my brother stood right next to me the whole time. "Reverand Dave," as my husband has him saved in his cell phone, performed the ceremony. He'd requested someone else do the music, and I said "if you can recommend anyone who'd do as good a job as you would, that would be fine". He did the music too.

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When I was diagnosed with cancer, my brother was the very first phone call I made.

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And as punishment for all that and more, I give you his birthday song: