While my brain shrinks, my ability to remember things also gets worse and worse. Since I'm so tired that I can barely remember how old I am, I'm eternally grateful to my brother Frank for documenting my time with my family so well. Now, I can look at the pictures and remember the weekend in January that felt like the Fourth of July.
|Darla attempts to eat dog poo. Luckily, Aunt Erin stopped her.|
|Darla with her adorable cousin, Oliver|
|Three generations in one Radio Flyer.|
|We have the same crooked smile.|