Ode to a little brother

It’s the 17th of August. Today’s a very special day.

You wanna know why?

It’s because of this.

This is a thing now

This has a name. It’s name is Ross. What is a Ross, you might ask?

Well, he’s the little brother in the Family of Virginia.

We were so cute… what happened?

There’s no chicken and egg theory in our family — I came first, therefore I am the most important; the Alpha Child, so to speak. However, on a day like today, I can cede the spotlight to the random blonde on my family tree.

Proof that curly hair runs in the family… blonde hair — not so much

I think everyone who grew up with a younger sibling can attest that there are times that you just want to beat the living snot out of them simply for existing. Younger siblings — especially little brothers — often seem to make it their personal mission to be as ANNOYING as possible.

My grandmother still has this picture on her keychain.

But, despite that, you still love them fiercely.

Fact: both my brother and I took pictures like this at the same age. Mine’s much cuter, obviously.

They’ve got their game faces on.

Ross has many talents that have matured over the years. For example, fish tremble in fear when he approaches with his rod and reel.

They don’t call him Ross “Bill Dance” Houston for nothing, y’all.

The hat is totally vintage.

And that talent has only matured over the years.

He had to battle this monster for hours

But that talent is nothing compared to his prowess on the soccer field. Pelé reincarnated (except you know, the real Pelé isn’t dead yet) in the form of a precocious little blonde.

This was before he forgot how to smile in pictures

But all little boys must grow up (sorry, the Peter Pan thing only works in children’s stories), and so he went from an all-star on the local level…

He learned that stiff arm technique from me.

To playing soccer for the University of Alabama.

I try to ignore the scarlet (crimson) letter on his shoulder…

And, of course, he loves his big sister. In fact, I’m his favorite family member! (Sorry, Lauren and Jett!)

We re-enacted this at his graduation… I had to jump to get over his shoulders.

We always make a statement wherever we go…

Much to Mom’s chagrin, we still haven’t learned how to take a “normal” picture together.

Now, I’m sure y’all are thrilled to be looking through old family photos — but there is a point to this post and it’s not just to showcase my awesome baby brother.

Today, August 17th, marks my baby brother’s 19th trip around the sun. At the risk of sounding like an old fogie (ughhhh, don’t want to think about my next birthday), it’s been fun watching this little ball of blonde fluff (makes him sound like a kitten) grow up into a pretty awesome guy.

Showing our Tennessee pride at Christmas

What I’m trying to say is this — Happy birthday, little brother! At the risk of inflating your ego even more (is that possible?), you’re pretty awesome.

And I love you.

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3 thoughts on “Ode to a little brother

  1. That is so awesome. how do you think of all this stuff. LOL i can’t wait to show lauren and jett, they’ll love it. hope you’re doing well in the big city. working for the government is still the same. ONE BIG HEADACHE. Have a great day and tell Ross i said Happy Birthday and to watch the partying. ha

  2. Happy birthday, Ross. (And to you, Virginia Leigh, there will be no complaining about your next birthday. Your age will still start with a 2. My next birthday? Not so much. Not even a 3.)

  3. Pingback: Promoting Tennessee beef — it’s in the family! | The Virginia Diaries

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