I can’t get over how long ago this was. I remember that crocheted afghan on my granny’s couch. I remember those pink glasses. I remember the little braid mom always put in my hair. I remember the purple turtleneck and the completely mismatched pants. I remember my baby brother, so adorable and cheek-pinchable.
I remember it all like it was yesterday, and yet it wasn’t; it was long enough ago that I’m now crocheting my own afghans and am a couple dozen pairs of glasses older. And my baby brother towers over me, all 6’1 of him.
I love moments like this one, frozen in time.