Oh brother....

When I graduated from high school, my little brother, though he was approaching fast, was still shorter than me.

Soon after, he surpassed me in height, and became (another) one of my taller brothers.

So we learned to adjust...

It took us a few years, but we still adjusted.

Family is that way... we morph... we change... we drift apart, come together, drift apart, then come together again.

In the end, we find ourselves right back where we started from... we're family.

Pretty cool, huh?

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In a related effort, I ask that my family send me school pictures of ourselves and our sons and daughters and nieces and nephews.  While school pictures don't necessarily capture the essence of who we were at the time, they do capture some of our changes throughout the years, and they bring back memories.  (And yeah, this blog is all about memories.)