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.

See that girl there in the red circle? That’s my roomie (of 7 years!). This weekend she’ll be running the Marine Corps Marathon.

That’s 26.2 miles.

That’s a lot of time.

A lot of moving.

A lot of courage.

And I KNOW she’ll just kill it.

Good luck, Jules! As if you need it. Can’t wait to congratulate you at that finish line!