A much better Kevin 60 x 365

Born nearly seven years after me, and my only sibling, Kevin and I were never really friends until we had children. We still don’t see eye-to-eye on everything, but would drop everything to help each other. I’ve nearly forgiven him for broadcasting my teen-age angst-ridden temper tantrums on his CB.

Dona and Kevin, Waiting

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Indigo Bunting said…
Great photo. Thanks.
11/18/06, 4:07 PM
Otter said…
I love your smile.
11/19/06, 7:11 PM
Cedar Waxwing said…
Thanks, I love this photo of us. It shows a lot of tension, but in a good way. I wonder what we were waiting for.
11/19/06, 8:06 PM
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