Left to right are me, my sister Dale and brother Danny. He's a year and a half older than I am, she's three and a half younger.
Danny and his wife, Candy, spent the weekend in Ottawa, staying at my new deluxe pad. They left early this morning, and informed me last night that next time they come to town, they will also stay at my deluxe new pad.
We are close, but not in-your-face close. We do spend time together whenever possible, but living eight hours apart doesn't make it possible too often. Regardless, if we ever need each other, we know we're no farther than a phone call or MSN message away. And of course, although I usually have supper at Dale's house every Sunday, it's rare that the three of us are in the same place at the same time. So we had a nice weekend: pizza at my place Saturday night, supper at Dale's last night. While I was at work during both those days, Danny and Candy did stuff with their son, Scott -- who also lives in Ottawa and joined us for pizza and Sunday supper -- and with Dale and her husband, Den.
I love this picture of us, taken last night at Dale's. We took a similar one two years ago at Danny's house. I showed it to people at work, and said it was me with my parents. One co-worker commented on how young my mom looked! Dale got even: she showed it to people where she works, and told them it was her two dads! Yes, we are a bunch of jokers, and have a lot of laughs when we are together.
So here's to siblings, and the connections unique to them. To people who don't communicate with their sibs (such as most of my stepmother's five kids), I say that life is too short for that crap. Swallow your pride, and pick up the phone, before it's too late.
8 comments:
YOU all look Mah-valles dahling!!
Thank you, my leetle baklava. I thought the first comment would be how much my bro and I look alike, which neither of us can see. Supposedly, we both look like our Dad, although some of my 10 aunts on my mom's side think I look more like their side.
Truer words were never spoken .
Ma, you've probably seen my bro at your South Porcupine store. He is unable to drive past any Tim Hortons. In fact, the only way you can get into his house is if you bring coffee.
can you say coffee addict?
Specifically, Tim's coffee addict. But I won't criticize, with him being my brother and blood being thicker than water and all...
yeah you don't want to mess with that!
Blood is also thicker than Tim Horton's coffee - unless it's been on the burner too long. (...and that would never happen at a Ma and Pa store.)
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