I have been thinking about my sweet younger brother today.
It is his birthday.
So I did a nice sisterly gesture and I posted a bunch of cute pictures of him and my kids.
Such a good sister.
And after I had done this I was driving in my car thinking about it and the memory came to me of what this same brother used to do with all of my photos while growing up.
He would find, keep, and post on his bulletin board every awful picture of me he could find.
He didn’t have any frames on his walls.
No posters.
Nothing.
Just one bulletin board.
And all that was on it was me with 5 double chins, mouth open, gut out, angry and screaming, wind-blown, whatever. If it was bad, he kept it.
The ugly picture board.
And I was the feature.
Arn’t brothers wonderful.
Mom and Boys 