I know, I know, I should be writing about Aragorn–but this is important. Because we celebrated my brother’s eighteenth birthday yesterday.
So this post is for him.
This post is for my big brother, who has been the best I could ask for. It’s for my Gandalf, who has been taking me on adventures for just about as long as I can remember.
This is for the man who has taught me, played with me, protected me, forgiven me, and shown me that men like Aragorn and Eomer are not confined to fairy stories.
This post is for the man who drove me to the theater, bought my ticket, sat through an entire princess movie with me, claimed he wasn’t bored, and didn’t even tease me (very much) when it made me cry. 🙂
This is for the man who taught me that chivalry is not dead, and that boys are cool too–no matter what other girls have said to the contrary.
Happy birthday, brother! I love you.