Happy late bday to my brottttha! Dillon is my older brother by a year and a half, and from the ages of 12-17 he thought I was the biggest troll. To be fair, I am- he just decided to quit fighting my shortcomings. As adults, he is one of my best friends. I think people who fought with their siblings as children can attest to the simple fact that there are stories to be told- that will probably only be funny to the two of you. Dillon once threw my 'That's so Raven" perfume (which smelled like cotton candy and pubescent anxiety) into the street in front of our parents house where it shattered into little shards of pink glass. I'm still fuming about his blatant disrespect for my perfume- that I can only compare to owning a bottle of Chanel- because it was so prestigious. I was not kind to Dillon either, I was actually probably worse than he was. I once raced home from the school bus, leaving Dillon in the wind because he had a broken leg(that I actually helped break in the midst of our fighting weeks prior) to get into our house and lock the door. I remember it was winter and he was pounding on the window screaming at me to let him in. In that moment I saw genuine crazy rage in my brothers eyes. He was so angry with me. I knew he didn't find an ounce of humor in what I had done, and he was going to beat the shit out of me if I unlocked that door. I had already committed. So I shook my head at him, my heart racing for what I was about to do. I walked away. I turned my back and went to the kitchen to grab a snack. Luckily (for Dillon) my dad drove up the drive way with almost comedic timing. The second I had settled into my afterschool snack I saw my dads pickup backing into our driveway. Shiiiiit. I was in trouble. I remember Dillon hobbling in on his gimp leg with seething anger as he went to hit me. LUCKILY (for me) my dad didn't let the whole "eye for an eye" situation play out, and he mediated the fight I had created. For several years it was a continuous cycle of pissing each other off. I don't remember when the transition to being friends with my brother happened, but I'm guessing it took place towards the end of high school. As our friend groups became the same, and our interests began to align, we found that our sense of humor was essentially the same. Laughter was the real building block in our friendship. I know that it was slightly annoying for Dillon to allow his little sister to tag along to hang out with friends, but I knew if I could make him laugh he would let me join. (side note- my mom has always called me Taga- a nick name for tag along, because I always wanted to hang out with my brother) I have Dillon to thank for any witty-shameless sense of humor I have accumulated. He taught me the value of not laughing when something isn't funny, and not everything women say has to be so precious. He laughs the hardest when I say something wildly out of line, and quick witted. He never gave me fake laughs- as most siblings don't. In return, he showed me the best classic movies and let me ride to school with him in his Subaru. For those who don't know, Dillon's Subaru was a popular car for cruising and listening to music when we were in high school. And imagine my excitement when he would drive me to school in the notorious "Sub". When we decided we could be friends, it was a real game changer. We were just too close in age to get along for a majority of our adolescence, but as adults he's one of my favorite people. Dillon always lets me steal food off his plate when we have family dinners (I have serious food envy), and gives the most solid advice when I feel lost in life. He is a genuine, and generous soul. SOOO HAPPY 24th BIRTHDAY, DIL! I hope this year is full of gut busting laughter, and people who remind you how spectacular you are.
-Your favorite little sister
Libby Anne Groseclose