I came across this photo, and with Weston joining the Army and Morgan headed for college, couldn’t resist posting it. I’m feeling sentimental. ::sniffle::
Morgan must have been about three in this photograph. Weston would have been going on six. At the time, we lived in a house by a lake in Granbury, Texas. The photo is torn up and taped together and generally bent up because Morgan showed it to Weston at some point. The humiliation of having a moment in time recorded in which he pushed a doll carriage through a garden was too much for him to bear. Morgan managed to get the photo away from him and make this effort at recovering it. Then she gave it to me and told me to hide it.
It’s a good thing Weston is in basic training and can’t see my website right now.