The tradition continued after my sister was born and went on...
...as we got older, until Dad replaced fishing with bird photography.
I pulled out the third picture (with my sister in the cap) this week. She gave it to me, framed, for my birthday one year. It is one of my favorite gifts ever. We fought as kids--typical pulling hair, pinching, punching. She even knocked the wind out of me with her punches on a few occasions. When I was 17 and she was 13 things started getting a little weird at our home. It turns out my parents were talking about divorce. My sister and I became very close at this time, and we've been close ever since.
She got some upsetting news about her one year old son this week. It has been heartwrenching and one of the most difficult parts is that we're about 1000 miles apart. I so much just want to give her a hug. I'll get to see her and deliver an in-person hug in a few weeks, but for now I'm sending love and support via phone, email, and thoughts.
I love you my sister.
4 comments:
I love those shots!! I am going to totally do that this summer- take pictures of the little kiddies alongside the fish.
My family takes fish pictures too, but not nearly as fun as those ones.
You've sparked the photographer in me!
Kooky family traditions are the best. I love the fish photos. I sure hope everything turns out for the best for your sister and nephew. :)
In our family photos of fish, the fisherperson must be shown kissing it.
Love your blog!
So funny. That third picture is amazing, because you look like YOU, only smaller, which often isn't the case with childhood photos.
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