Here is Vannie's senior picture. It sits in the edge of a frame that holds the card Sally gave me with the verse on it that I love. All his poses have him with at least one piece of his beloved drum set. The picture doesn't do him justice, but he always had this mischievious set to his mouth, like he was trying to hide a smile over something he did that he wasn't supposed to. Or that he was just trying not to smile, but could barely contain it.
Check out the flower girl and ring bearer at our Aunt Felicia's wedding. How cute is he? And yes, my hair is feathered and I'm wearing shiny turquoise taffeta or something. It was 1985. He's five and I'm nine.
Here we are on the front steps of my house. My grandparents brought him out to visit and we did all kinds of fun stuff. Like sitting on the steps while my mom took one of her signature photos where she barely gets us into the shot.Good work, mom. I think we're six and two here.
This picture isn't very clear, but I love it because he's such the man in his little cowboy boots. He's two or three here.