....years and years. Centuries actually. Okay. Maybe not THAT
long ago but it sure feels that way sometimes!
I unearthed a little photo of my brother's first Christmas in 1967. I had
just turned 11 in October, Jim was 6 months old.
I was one proud big sister. Still am. Even when he drives me batty.
I still love him. Always did. Always will.
I hope all of you are having a sweet week! We have more snow on the horizon. Yep.