My brother wasn't real thrilled when he found out he had a new baby sister. Dad was going to visit mom in the hospital and asked Steve if he had anything he wanted him to tell mom. Steve said "Tell her I hate her." I'm sure glad you got over that and I know mom is too. In fact I think we always got along really well.
Being a "traveling" family brought many adventures for us to share.
We survived blizzards in Alaska.
Fought Cuban Rebels
Even marched on the Capital in Washington, D.C.
We survived numerous road trips in the back seat of a car that did not have air conditioning. The most memorable being a trip that started at 4 am in Winslow, Arizona and ended about 11 pm in Stockton, California. We took the scenic route passing the Hoover Dam (I think Dad pointed to it) then hitting a grocery store in Las Vegas for lunchtime bologna sandwiches. We went through Yosemite Valley which involved the scariest ride I have ever been on, Tioga Pass. This is a back road through the Sierra Nevada mountains and I just remember looking out my window at a bottomless drop from the road. I know I left hand prints on your leg that day.
We played real games like "Red light - Green light", "Mother May I" and "Freeze Tag". Hide and Seek" was a biggy but playing it in the Arlington National Cemetery at night was not a good idea. As I recall you and Bobby hid and I was the one who had to find you - for a long time. (I told mom). When we were young you were always telling me stories. I remember ghost stories (bloody bones) and adventure stories that you made up as you went along. You were quite entertaining.
You have become a devoted husband and father.
Still a teller of stories but the theme has changed from fiction to the "Word of God" and you're reaching a much larger audience now.
I'm so proud of you!