Family

I’ve already mentioned one of my cousins who lives in Denver. There are two others whose nicknames are Major & Homer.

I don’t have any new photos of them, but will post some upon my return from Denver.

Each one of these boys has their unique & brilliant qualities and since I don’t have any brothers, these three are my support structure (if you will). They’re the ones I go to and can depend on entirely. They’re the ones I can share my secrets with and know that I have nothing to worry about.

Major is the hard-ass who sees black and white and behaves accordingly. When I need my ass kicked, he’s there to make sure it happens. Later, he calls to make certain I’m icing the bruise.

Homer is the softest of them. He’s the baby and he holds a special place in my heart because he reminds me of me. I always know where he’s coming from and what the truth is when he’s lying to me. Of the three, he’s the one I feel most protective of.

I love them to death and wish they lived that much closer to me…