I had a pretty weighty post all set to go today, yet I decided to forgo it because of all the heaviness resulting from my Aunt Bert's demise. (There's plenty of time to be melancholy and morose; today is just not going to be that day).
Instead, I realized that yesterday's post included a photo of my older brother and me at ages 3 1/2 and 2, respectively. My baby brother had either just been born or was about to come on the scene.
Either way, no post about my siblings and me is complete without including a photo of the three of us:
I remember this photo; it was taken in Germany. We were happy and bursting at the seams because it was Christmas morning and we were about to open our presents.
I look at this photo, and thankfully, I'm still happy. My siblings are yet with me, and I recognize that I am profoundly blessed.
(Am I rocking that hair roller, or what???)
Join in the Fray: What childhood or sibling memory still makes you happy?
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