I can't think of a fitting title.

I can't even begin to describe how hard it is to see my big, tattooed, over-enthusiastic brother laying in a hospital bed.

On Christmas, Ben is always the last done opening his presents. Why? Because he gets SO excited about every single one...He all but screams about every gift for all to hear (and repeats himself when he doesn't think we ALL heard him the first time). Then of course he opens the packaging its in, looks over it the best he can..while asking where it was bought, how much it costs, and telling us just how he plans on using it...usually several times. In 2006, he got a mop/broom thing (among other things of course). But for some reason he spent almost two hours on how that broom was JUST what he wanted. It was the best thing in the world. After explaining every aspect of it to us (usually with me and Josh hiding our giggles), he called our grandparents, just to do it again.

Point of the story, he was loud, exuberant, and had the excitement level of a 4 year old.
Obviously, he wasn't that all the time, he had his temper--which he lost often. But that never canceled out the rest.