She meant this one.  Isn’t it crazy to see a picture like that?  My father, who is actually completely gray now, looking like a the young handsome man I never knew him to be.  (Now, he’s just an old handsome man.)  My brothers so young that I was likely not born yet.  The brothers of the best friend I’ve had all my life.  And how we grew up oh-so-closely together. 

I love getting to see these.  I love imagining my parents being the age that I am right now.  I have so much respect, and… I don’t know if I can think of the word.  I am grateful to them.  I am proud of them.  I understand now what it must have been like to raise me and two boys.  I can’t imagine doing what they did, getting through day to day, and being such wonderful parents while they were at it.  I grew up dirt poor, but I never knew it.  In our home, we were happy.  We were loved, and enjoyed, and cherished.  I know that with all of my heart, and I am more thankful for that than anything that has ever been purchased for me.  Love is my real treasure.

Here are a few more pictures of Adam, Ryan and Me when we were too young and cute to ever be naughty.

(Edmonton.  Maybe.. 5, 4 and 3?)