This Is Gabe

He likes Minecraft.

He likes bacon.

He has the ability to build anything out of anything.

{Okay, maybe I'm exaggerating, but he comes pretty close.}

His toleration for spicy food is way above average.

He likes the music I listen to.

He puts up with my constant ranting.

He often reminds me of how weird I am.

Once, when I showed him how I carved Jello to look like a little rocky island,

he replied that I needed a boyfriend.

I can't get him to read the books I like.

{He refuses to read the Percy Jackson books. :( }

But he likes reading non-fiction books.

He's pretty darn smart.

And freaking hilarious.

And trustworthy.

And loving.

And just as weird as I am.

We like to make ugly faces at each other.

And make up cheesy dance moves.

He's pretty fun to be with.

We've had thousands of memories and inside jokes.

Even though we probably won't admit this to each other,

he's one of the best friends I've ever had.

I know that he's always got my back, and I've got his.

We're not very mushy people, but I don't say this as often as I should.

Love you, weirdo.

Happy birthday.

Stay awesome.

Love,

Your equally awesome and devastatingly beautiful sister :)

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{PS I tweak my blog too much, I know.}