22 years ago today, my little brother Kyle was born. We are 18 months apart and could not be better friends. We’ve made great memories, nearly killed each other several times, and had a blast over the years. Thank you, Kyle, for teaching me that random is healthy. Thank you for reminding me to have fun. And thank you for supporting me through it all. You raise me up on a pedestal, but you deserve far more praise than I. You go where your heart takes you, love everyone, and are not afraid to be yourself. I have so much more to learn.
 

Take care of yourself in South Korea, brother. If you decide to have Asian babies, please do not name one of them Tuvok.