Ice cream soup

He's the one I look up to, literally and figuratively...I'm pretty short.
He's the one that fights off testosterone filled boys for me in a room with cement walls and a single light bulb.
He's the one who twists my name until it's unrecognizable (Natalie>Natalus>Talus>Alus>Alice)
He's the one that is always willing to listen.
He's the one who will take part in the ridiculous language made up by my sisters and I.
He's the one who gets excited when his hair is long and he can feel it when he shakes his head.
He also gets upset when he washes it and it doesn't look as long.
He's the one that's unselfish with his time when it comes to friends.
He's the one who's laugh is explosive, and when he really gets going, his shoulders dance.
He's the one who will envelope you with his hugs.
He's the one who encourages and advises me in everything.
He's the one who keeps silly things like his "birthday" present (the glasses..."good for getting the girls")
He's the one who will have ice cream soup with you***
He's the one who will help you find good in bad.
He's the one I feel like I can call my big brother.


***I actually don't really remember exactly how this came to be, I think we agreed to get coffee when you came home from school, but you told my mom you would take me for ice cream (??) so we put the two together....