endlessly

Best Easter ever: my youngest two brothers and sister, searching the backyard for Easter eggs and the like. I was still in my teens and didn't really understand the importance of it. Now, all I can think about is my youngest brother sitting in the swingset screaming to his father to "-wing me." He was about three at the time. It cracks me up every time I think about it. He graduated high school last summer. I was so proud. And since then all I've thought about is where did his childhood go?? He was my crazy baby brother in diapers a few moments ago. What happened?? Now, he is a young man attending school at my alumnus and I couln't be more proud of him. What a quality young man he is. This is what I'm thinking about instead of what is being forced upon me.

Today. Worst Easter ever. Thank you Elizabeth. Your inconsideration of me has again proven to be my downfall.