Today is my big brother David’s 37th birthday.
Of all of the memories in my head from when I grew up, every single one that I have that relates to David is fond. Even when I was a teeny little girl, I always remember him being kind and loving to me.
I like the way that if I ever were to talk about someone hurting me, his immediate response would be (and still is), “Tell me their name and their address. I’ll f***ing go sort them out!”
(even though we all know he’d never do any thing of the sort)
I like the way that he shrouds his body in black and leather and studs, and covers his skin with tattoos, and yet, he would give you the shirt off his back if you asked.
He is a truly beautiful brother, and I am the luckiest to be able to call him family.
Happy Birthday Brother. xx
Above are some photos I spent the earlier part of today collating. There’s a whole treasure trove of old 120mm and 35mm photographs and Super 8 film in my sister’s closet.
Some of the pictures above are of my mother. I cannot believe she was *that* thin after just having given birth to my sister. Isn’t she beautiful?
Some of the pictures contain my siblings, Michelle, David and Paul, and me when I was little. I am amazed at how much my niece Sydnee looks like David did when he was a baby!
I love photos!
Have a wonderful day.