When I go to see Al, I have the time to look at him. I mean really look at him. When I mentally compare him and me, I see so much of our dad in us. He has a slightly different chin than me. We both have the same color of eyes and cheeks. I was always the chubby one and he was always the thin one.
When I look at his smile, it seems so much like dad’s and not mine. We must all have our own unique smiles.
Al always was the lucky one, like most males. He has the long lashes. He was blessed with wavy thick hair. While I had a touch of wave, thinner hair and sparse lashes. Now that I am older if I want to show you my lashes, I definitely have to put the mascara on, maybe even with a second coat! LOL. Although I did hear that with aging comes sparseness with lashes.
I have always had the tendency to see a double chin and Al did not. He was always quiet and I was very talkative. He used to lie on the floor and line up all of his hot wheels and move them one by one. He always played very quietly.
I played with my dolls, and always wanted to share what I was doing with someone else. Last night I was thinking heavily on Al and was wondering, will he be alright here for Christmas? Will he be able to eat everything I prepare? Will he like what I got him for his gifts?
Well I was in my bedroom and sort of looking around at the junk I have and I spied a picture sort of hiding behind my lamp. I pulled it out and studied it. Yes, we looked very much alike when we were the ages in these photos. I would say that I must have been around 8 and Al would have been 7. We were good-looking kids I think! Those pink glasses I was wearing must have been the real fad then, because mom always liked us to look like we fit in with the look of the year. Maybe I should go get some pink glasses again…….yes? no?
Me age four at my parent’s wedding.
I think we were 8 and 9 here.
This is the photo I saw last night. Maybe I was in first or second grade and Al a year behind me.