Today is my brother-in-law's 40th birthday. And I really couldn't let the opportunity pass to post some cute photos of him that I happen to possess because A) They were taken at my wedding. and B) The second cute boy in the photo is Husband.
My brother-in-law gave the toast at our wedding. He did such a great job on his own that it took all my speech-writing expertise, plus Husband thinking for weeks to try and do it justice when Husband was HIS best man a few years later.
Here's the birthday boy (left) and his older, toothless brother (Husband) circa 1977. That's not Instagram--the photo already looked that way.
I couldn't pass up this little gem. Husband is on the left, age 6. My future brother-in-law is on the right in the widdle red socks, age 3. Awwwwww.
I can't wait (actually, YES I CAN) to pass along photos of my sons to their future wives, although I'll probably just be handing over an ancient memory stick that they'll have to find some Radio Shack (because they can't seem to die) and figure out if they have one of those old fashioned"cell phones" that can read it.
Happy 40th to my MUCH older brother-in-law. I guess I'll find out pretty soon if he reads this blog.
Friday, April 6, 2012
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