This is my little brother, Matthew. We're exactly 6 years and 364 days apart. He is one of my heroes. He's beaten some pretty steep odds against him. He rocks on the piano. He's not a bad singer (ahem...he has perfect pitch.) There have been many, MANY times in my childhood that I was blessed to serve him, and was then served by him. Now he's all grown up and going on a mission, tomorrow. The good people of Texas will be taught the gospel of Jesus Christ by him. Good luck little brother. I'll be missing you. I love you.
