Love, Sissor.

I think I've mentioned it on here before - I have a lot of siblings. One full brother, two half brothers, three step-brothers and a step-sister------> that's SEVEN. Besides my step-sister, I'm the oldest of all of em'.

I was around 8ish when my first half brother was born. As a three year old, Morgan was the cutest kid you'd ever seen - he had chubby cheeks and a head full of thick, brown curls. His favorite color was green, which he would express by wearing an all green outfit - including green gloves. Instead of a blankie, he'd sleep with his puzzles. He'd called a motorcycle "cycle-motor" and the ice cream man "puh-ceem man". He referred to me as "sissor". Here's a shot of him on Halloween - he was Robin HOOD (emphasis on the hood, as Morgan would put it).

Two weeks ago, Morgan graduated from bootcamp in Texas and we couldn't be more proud of him. He's the third in our family to have joined the airforce. I had intentions to write him often, but only did twice. :( As a joke (what fun is having brothers if you can't hassle them?), we put together this pic of him to include with the letter....I couldn't resist sharing.

Congratulations Morgie-Porgie! We love you and can't wait to see you again.