Dear Jon,

Not long ago, your mother and I told you we were expecting a baby. You were adamant that we have a little girl--I think, largely, because most of our friends have little girls. A couple of weeks ago we found out that God blessed us with another baby boy. We gently told you that you were going to have a baby brother. "No, I'm the brother," was your simple reply.

You were very excited that we were having a baby boy--someone you could play with, have as a buddy and watch your back in life--just so long as you were the big brother.

You'll always be the big brother. You'll always be "my boy."