Today is my brother Mat and my brother Mark's birthday. They are not twins, though they were born on the same day two years apart. My four brothers read my blog, except only two of them comment on it. Mat is the most verbal… as you know.
Mat is the most verbal in our family whether on my blog or not on my blog, period.
Though Mark runs a close second in the verbal department, because he is a dang good story teller.
Last summer my three brothers actually let me take a photo of them with my mom. Unfortuantely, Zane, my youngest brother wasn't there that day.
The most surprising thing in this photo is my brother Mat is not making a face!
This is my brother Zane with his daughter Molly. Zane turned FORTY last month. My baby brother turned forty, it is hard to believe. I was fourteen when he was born.
When my brother Mat met his wife Shelley for the first time he was wearing a pumpkin on his head. It was Halloween. Shelley fell in love– at first sight.
Little did she know, Mat really was a Pumpkin Head under the pumpkin.
Mat makes a good pie… I have had his apricot pie and it was worthy of every bite.
The last time I was home was in November.
I miss my family every single day. The pain of not being with them I carry even though I am happy. Pain and happiness can ride in the same pocket, the trick is carrying them both separately so they don't bother each other.
After twenty some years of living abroad I manage to do it well- most days.
Happy FIFTY birthday Choopie!
My brother Mat as you know, doesn't like when I post about the brocante… as if he doesn't like old things… He lives in an old house, he is wearing an old helmet and he is OLD.
No figure verses go figure is Mat with one "T".
Hey Mark are you surprised to see yourself here?
Happy Birthday Loving Brother!
The one who always shared his candy, his time and helps out with everything and everyone…
I think my brother Mark is so giving because he had to share his birthday with Pumpkin Head Mat.
My brother Mark wearing a tee shirt that my brother Mat designed for the annual Honda Ninety ride.
Love runs deep in our family.
Even if my brother Mat teases me about the brocante.
See what love creates!
Happy Birthday Mat and Mark, I wish I was there to help you blow out those candles, cause boy are you gonna need help to do so!
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