Aaron

Sometimes I can't believe I'm even related to my oldest brother. Aaron is one of those people. He draws people to him, handles him self with dignity without being stuffy. Aaron is brilliant, driven, neurotic, Type A, and I think Italian at times. Here's my favorite memory with my big brother: I was about 13 or so and I decided I was going to make a chocolate cake. Not just any chocolate cake, a three layer one...from scratch. It took me hours. The end result, was a big, disgusting heap of chocolate. I was up late working on this doomed cake when Aaron came home to see the mess. At this point, I was in tears. Crying all over the chocolate. I remember he went right to the drawer and pulled out a spatula. "Oblivion" (his nickname for me) "Don't cry we'll fix it." He sculpted that cake into a master peice and then had a disgusting slice with me. It was no easy feat. I knew he was tired and this was probably the last thing he wanted to come home to. But, he did it for me. I love you so much for that A-bum. You are always there to bail me out of my three layer disasters. Aaron's my big brother and you can't have him!