Day 5: Your siblings

Some call him Ryan, I call him Toots. Or Honey Bunny. Or Honey Bunches of Oats. At one point I called him Chi-Chi. I have no excuse for why I call him any of these ridiculous names. But at 22, he still lets me get away with calling him Toots.

At his highschool graduation I screamed out "Yeah Toots!" as he walked across the stage; his friends later asked him why his sister was screaming "Tits" during the ceremony.

Toots is my favorite (and only) sibling. He's always had it easy; being the youngest he got to blame everything on his older sister who should have known better. But that's ok, I love him all the same.

Just as I was moving away from the Bay, he was moving back. I even hooked him up with my job in which he started the day after I left. The legacy lives on. It's weird to hear that he's hanging out with all of my friends now, but at least I know he's in good hands.

Love you Toots!