I may be a day late and a dollar short, but here’s to wishing the world’s greatest little bro an ab fab birthday. Last year at this time, I was quaking in my boots at the thought of you getting behind the wheel of a car. Well, now you are and legally so. This time around, you’re preparing for SATs (and kicking ass) and college applications to schools near me. What could be better? 

I’m not sure how it all happened, but you’ve grown into a young man who I couldn’t be more proud of… even if I ate ice cream. (Look at that grown boy with an ice cream OD. What’s not to love?)

Happy birthday, Bubba. From the proudest sister around.

This little man is taking the road test for his license today. I had mixed feelings about it for a while, but then I remembered that I live about a 6 hour drive away so I’m safe.

Good luck, Bubba! Go get ‘em!

A weekend highlight: Catching my little brother on the basketball court.* I haven’t seen him play in what has to amount to nearly five years. You better believe I was the loudest cheerleader in that gymnasium.

*Full disclosure: His team got whooped at the game I saw, but I thought this picture more accurately captured Mr. #2’s impressive skills.