One of them has a confession to make.
(submitted by Dick)
He was the brother they had all been hoping for.
(submitted by Kylee)
There was always something coming between them.
(submitted by B)
Christmas sweater beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
(submitted by Hollie)
Christmas of 1982. I was 2 years old and obviously not the favorite child. My only option was to take a “back seat” to my sister, Meghan (age 5) if I wanted to sled ride, even if it meant riding on my stomach down the slope. Apparently this was seemed like a safe idea to my dad (pictured) and my mom who snapped this shot! This picture pretty much sums up the next 30 years of my life.
(submitted by Kristin)