October 4

My childhood partner in crime turned 33 today.

I'd be lying if I said my little brother Charlie and I always got along when we were kids, because we most definitely didn't. We had more than our share of knock-down, drag-out, hair-pulling, butt-kicking fights.

But I'd also be lying if I said he wasn't one of the most important people in my life back then. We rode bikes, played school, performed skits, tried on grandma's make-up samples (a-hem), collected wildflowers and had a generally good time together.

Though I don't see him often at all now that we're all grown up, he is, to put it into terms that mean a lot to me personally, my Logan. And for that, I'm grateful. Happy birthday!