My youngest brother graduates on Thursday.Holy Moley, I remember the day he was born.
I wanted a sister (I already had two brothers) and was conVINCED that the next one would be a girl.
Turns out, he wasn't (much).
I threw a tantrum (but then, I was only just seven at the time and also very prone to throwing tantrums).
|Kind of what B looked like as a baby.|
We were all relieved when he grew out of that phase.
|Ben the archaeologist.|
|I'm still getting over the fact that he's old enough to drive...|
By the time that B was 12, I went off to university and the age-gap seemed to widen. Imagine my delight, then, when he chose to come to Scotland for his degree (Scotland's second best university) I was pretty excited; we were back on a level playing field.
|Ben and a cake.|
He never fails to amaze me.
Although, sometimes he is still a TOTAL arse.
|Ben admiring his moobs/ sticking to his guns.|
Ha ha, he'll KILL me if he ever sees this!
Have you read it?
Here's the last bit:
You'll get mixed up, of course,
as you already know.
You'll get mixed up
with many strange birds* as you go.
So be sure when you step.
Step with care and great tact
and remember that Life's
a Great Balancing Act.
Just never forget to be dexterous and deft.
And never mix up your right foot with your left.
And will you succeed?
Yes! You will, indeed!
(98 and 3/4 per cent guaranteed.)
KID, YOU'LL MOVE MOUNTAINS!
be your name Buxbaum or Bixby or Bray
or Mordecai Ali Van Allen O'Shea,
you're off to Great Places!
Today is your day!
Your mountain is waiting.
So... get on your way!
*I hope that he does not get mixed up with too many strange birds... we might need to have words about this.
So, what I really wanted to say was: Well done, Small Fry, the world is your oyster.
Oh, and even if you're not as good at table-tennis as DPB, I still love you.