For my beautiful baby sister.
I'll never forget the first time I saw you, or the first time I held you in my arms. From those very moments I knew it was my job to protect you for a lifetime, and I will. You've taken my glory of being the youngest person in the house, Flora, but I think I can accept such defeat to you my darling sister.
I love watching you and seeing how you interact with the world. You notice the smallest of movements and watch them so deeply. Then when you sleep you're the picture of calm. Ma says you remind her of me when I was your age.
In my short years on this planet I've never seen Ma so happy. Marrying your mummy and then your arrival bought out a new side to her; a side that Willie and I never got to see before. Now, instead of lingering at work until the late hours she rushes home as soon as she can to cook tea and spend time with you before you go to bed.
I can't wait until you're a bit older so I can teach you how to kick a football and play rugby. Until that time comes though I look forward to watching you grow as a human and witness you take your first steps, as well as babbling your first words.
Granny and Grandad Alan are equally as smitten with you as we all are. Along with your mummy I often find them crowded around the grand piano in the living area singing along to old tunes. Grandad cradles you as you sleep and Granny rambles on about anything that takes her fancy.
You're a lucky kid little Flora; as are Willie and I. Your Mummy and Ma idolise you. There's nothing they wouldn't do for the three of us.
With love from your (better looking) brother,
Lawrence xx