While being total opposites, I can always count on one of you to be the brave one and lead the other where he needs to go. Sometimes this might not be such a good thing, but at others it works perfectly. There’s no doubt the older of you is usually the brave one, but when I need to leave you somewhere and that brave one clings to my leg and refuses to go, the littler of you seems to sense this and marches right in. You call your big brother after you, and he usually obliges. You’re definitely your own personalities, but more connected than I realize sometimes. Less than 2 years apart, and the last two years have been filled with more joy, love, and exhaustion than I would have believed possible.