When describing Tim, I affectionately call him my little big brother. 18 months my junior he’s three inches taller and outweighs me by more than 50 pounds. Folks that have a younger sibling tend to ask me the same follow up question, “When did the balance tip his way?”
My response is usually, “I think he caught up to me when I was around eight or ten years old.”
Flipping through some old photos recently, I believe that I may have found the day that the power shifted.
He even got the dog to join in.
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Love that picture!!!
Easy for you to say…