Little Brother

Dear Tucker,

I'm not sure that you'll grow up thinking of yourself as a little brother.  Of course we'll remind you that you had an older sister, that she was smart and beautiful and that she'll always watch over you.
I am sure that I will never forget how much you loved her. 
You look for her from room to room, peeking under blankets you recognize as hers, climbing on chairs and into her bed in search.  You make the "s" sound when you see her, for "sister" or for "Celia."  You hold her hand and kiss her forehead, you share your blocks with her and show her books.  When we don't allow you to touch her (because she's sleeping, or because it hurts when you pull her hair) you throw big fits.  You stick out your bottom lip and you whine and throw yourself to the floor.  I wonder if you know your time with her is limited.
You love your sister more than bears love honey, and more than any other expressions I can recall.  I wanted to record your love for her here, but despite an adequate facility with language and despite several attempts to explain it, I can't find the words to describe how big your love for her is right now. When it comes down to it though, the words I don't use may be just as important as the ones I do.  Because when I see how much you love your sister, I know it's not something I'll need to explain to you.  I know it's something you'll never forget either.
Your big sister is lucky to have a little brother like you.
Love,
Mama