My Sweet Boy

Britton Adam Shipp. I hope you know that I love you by now. I love you more than I love Charise Smith's chocolate chip cookies...and that is A LOT.

I love you enough to let you sleep in mom's bed when dad is out of town....even when it is my turn.

I love you enough to buy you christmas presents with my own money....and not moms.

I love you enough to not tell dad when you actually slept in till 1 o'clock instead of getting up early and doing chores.

I love you enough to let you wear those hideous american flag parachute pants in public.

I love you enough to let you drive my car, take it drifting, get in trouble by the cops....and not tell mom or dad about it. (until now oops)

I love you enough to let you inherit my crocks when i never actually told you that you could have them.

I love you enough to let you beat me in mario kart.

I love you enough to eat your dinner off you're plate that one time when i was like 6, and you were like 3, and you were at the table for 4 hours cause you couldn't leave until you ate it all. AND IT WAS NASTY...(sorry mom, i think you were trying a new recipe) and I ate it. I took that upon myself, and took one for the team, just for you.

Cause I love you.

You made me a big sis. My first little buddy. Remember when we were little, and NSYNC was like....OUR JAM? We worshipped them. We knew every single song by heart. Anyway, at that point...you were more of a little sister than a little brother to me because you let me dress you up and teach you dances, and then we would go outside on the front lawn and perform them for the bypassing cars. I must've brainwashed you. Let's just give you the benefit of the doubt and say i brainwashed you into all of that. I would dress you up in all of moms scarfs, and i would put clips and bows in your hair and drag you around making you play house with me. And you totally complied. Never even argued. You liked it. Don't deny it. Thanks for playing with me though. Also, can we please take a moment to remember our NSYNC and Backstreet Boys days. I mean i still love both of them....but those were the days. We played dance class. I was the teacher/choreographer, and you were the student. I would teach you all the moves, and we would spend hours in my room practicing and preparing. HAHAHAHA. I am dying remembering all of this. So funny. You were actually a really good little dancer. You had moves, i'll give it to ya. Then we would put on our costumes and go perform. We played the tapes on my little barbie boom box. I'm sorry for all the years when i just wished you were a little sister instead of brother, and for trying to make you into one. But thanks for doing it anyway, and still keeping your man card in tact. I won't bring up the times you played barbies and polly pockets with me though.

But I will admit. I am still, to this day very upset that you cut up my favorite sketchers with scissors...that was cruel. But i have found forgiveness in my heart. The second pair mom bought me were never the same....but, we all mess up in life;)

I can't wait till you wake up.

You were finally starting to give me good quality hugs, you better pick up where you left off.

Love you always sweet boy,

Aut