My brother

He has asked me to give him away when he ties the knot in June. I might consider it if he wasn't 8 feet tall. I remember when he was a lot shorter, and so cute! Check us out in 1969!



Here is Steven in his plaids...pretending to be the great white hunter:)



My 'little' brother was 11 when I married. Can you believe he was almost taller than me?



When my brother moved away from home to go to College, he used to come home on the weekend for BBQ's. I was so pleased to witness the level of maturity the city environment was instilling in him.



Here is the big guy catching a big one in the Oshawa Creek.



This was taken last June on Stevens birthday. The picture was taken at the Steam Museum where Stevens fiancee Stephanie had a summer cafe.




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Tomorrow is Wednesday...hump day! Hurry up spring.