The baby in this picture is me. That's my brother, Mike looking thrilled about the new rival...I mean...arrival.

He liked me better when I got a little older...enough to sit on the same set of knees as me anyway.
This was Christmastime 1966, the way we're dressed should give you an indication of what the weather is like in Prince George that time of year!

This is Mike today with our youngest niece Julianne...notice that he has the same haircut.
Because he's still bigger than me, I decided not to post a picture from his "perm" period in the early 80's.

This is my mum, on her 70th birthday with 4 of her grandchildren.
From left: Blair, Julianne, Andy and Jessica (if you can't figure out which one is Mum, you might want to see your optometrist)

This was my father. He didn't smile broadly, but he smiled quite a bit. My dad retired when I was 15 so I got to spend quite a bit of time with him. I think every little girl's first hero is her dad and I was no exception. When I was little he was the one who could always put things right. When I remember Dad, it's not the great and profound lessons in life that come to mind...it's little things like sharing a Sunday newspaper after church, a game of cribbage, or a drive on the backroads, just because. I thank God that even though I didn't have my dad for a long time, I had a really good dad for a short time and today, when many don't have much of a dad at all, that's saying something.