The Old House

I was just reading my mom's blog again like I always do and it contained this picture of my brothers. And of course I love the picture. But besides the fact that my two adorable baby brother are in the picture so are the stairs. Stairs is the picture so what.

But I got a strange emotional feeling when I looked at the stairs. Members of my family have been walking up and down those very stairs for 21 years. This also says a lot about the two little tykes on the stairs... This is the only house they have ever lived in. For me it is the only house I remember living in growing up. And then I also realized that both Ben and Michael lived in that house longer than I have.

Ben lived in the house from the time he was born, until he went to college last year when he was 19 almost 20. Michael still lives there, so from birth until 19. And I stopped living there when I was 18 when I went to college, and I wasn't living there when I was born.

Its funny how seeing my two younger brothers on the stairs of the house I grew up in provoked such feelings from me.