I am the third of 4 kids. I was probably around 2 years old in this picture, so my younger brother was either still in the womb, or a newborn. I know when I was born, my old two siblings were annoyed to get a little sister. They are a year apart, and were thick as thieves when they were kids. I think by the time, my younger brother came along, they were kinda used to having other siblings, but that didn't mean they liked it.

My older sister is 3 years older than me. She is the mother of my favorite and only nephew! I don't think she really liked me until I turned 18! When I was a 3, I annoyed her because I would follow her and my older brother to school. Their teacher would let me stay at school. She explained to me that no one else had their baby sister at school but I went to school all of the time. That was the fault of whoever was supposed to be watching me, not mine!

My older brother is 2 years older than me. He is the father of my niece, and he has been deceased for over 10 years. Growing up he was always the person who protected and looked after me. His death was hard on the entire family.

My younger brother is 2 years younger than me. He was in the military for awhile, but now he lives in Dallas with my parents. I will leave it at that, because writing more about him would lead to a mini rant.

And there you have it folks!