Mom said I was going to be a sister.

She had a baby in her belly.

She grew, and she grew,

And then there was you.

From your bright red hair

To your big blue eyes,

They carried you through the door

And three became four.

Through all of the laughter,

Through all of the fights,

The years have soared by

Yet you have never left my side.

And as you grow older,

I pray you will discover

That behind every great sister

Is an even better little brother.