To the outside world we all grow old. But not to brothers and sisters. We know each other as we always were. We know each other's hearts. We share private family jokes. We remember family feuds and secrets, family griefs and joys. We live outside the touch of time.
~Clara Ortega
He looks a little bit nervous!
They look like stairsteps!
Happy Boy!
Mommy's Helpers!
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