When I left home in Toronto to go to grad school way out here on the West Coast, he was only 9 years old. I made it a point to stay in touch with him - and since that was before widespread use of email and all that, we exchanged letters. In the mail. Paper, envelope, stamp - the whole bit. It was lovely.
I adore all my siblings but J and my other brother M (the youngest kids) are the ones toward whom I feel very motherly. Probably because I did a fair amount of sibling-minding! Truth be told, they're the reason I didn't rush to have my own children; I sort of knew what I was in for. Ha!
J and me, circa 1984. He gave me a framed copy of this photo as a wedding gift. Love that kid.
Have a great weekend!