Maybe I should have a blog. I have thoughts to share every once in a while.
Last night we watched a video of my 23rd birthday, found while cleaning out the attic. It was less than six years ago, yet everything looked so different. I hadn't met my husband. My grandmother was alive and still nice and fat. My mother was thin, looking happy and beautiful. My sister was still a kid. Aunt Cheri and Uncle Steve lived in Hannibal. My brother had two legs, and slept all day. I didn't look much different, except that somehow I was sexier then. No complaints; now I'm happy instead, happy with my own little nuclear family.
I miss my Grandmarti. I miss my brother. Josh, if you're reading this, I love you. I wish I could see you more. Getting up to Hannibal is a lot more trouble with BabyTRON along. We'll get there one of these days.
