Nikki, Jason, Shana and Nanki Poo.  Circa 1980?

Wow, how times change.  But never does my love for my brother.  Even despite all of those big brother things he did to me, like putting super-duty packaging tape in my hair, and then ripping it off.

He could do no wrong in my eyes.  I always looked up to him and felt proud to be his sister.  And it’s no different today….over 30 years later.

Somehow, he still loves me, too…even after all those little sister kind of things I put him through.

Besides Mom and Dad, Jason was my first real friend in life, and as we’ve weaved our way to adulthood together, I’m proud to say he’s still one of my dearest and closest friends of all.

He can charm the pants off of almost anyone, and he’ll make you laugh so hard that tears will roll down your face.

But best of all, he’s kind hearted, easy going, and I know he would go to the end of the earth for his little sister…or anyone he loves, for that matter.

So…this blog is for you, Jas.  I love you!