he talks about yesterdays and tomorrows and today all in one breath, never confusing himself, but leaving those around him spinning. his eyes dance when he talks about the future, his tomorrows, and he smiles at me through the cold wintry morning. he is a man with a thousand dreams and the will and ambition to make every last one of them come true. even if sometimes he loses hope. i know he can do it.

sometimes on bad days i see frustration build within his heart, and cloud his sight. i hate to see him discouraged, is it ugly and foreboding.

today was a happy day. we spoke of tomorrows and your face was glowing with excitement. and boy, did i smile when you mentioned me in your tomorrow, and your day after that, and day after that. sometimes it is nice to know there is more than one place you can call home.

love you big brother.