Thursday, November 5, 2009
I received some photos from my brother today of his daughter, Emma. And I hesitated a while before posting this photo. But after a bit of cropping, the image was, shall we say, (and in my opinion, dear brother) somewhat toned down. It is, after all, a photo of a hunter's bounty thrown in the back of a pick-up truck with my one year old niece.
My brother is a mass email forwarding Republican. He will only drive a pick-up (even if it is a rental car). His favorite pastime is installing a stand in the lofty branches of a tree, waiting for hours in the cold (with a bow and arrow) to massacre Bambi. His hometown population is 3,572 and in the good old USA. Beer is his drink of choice.
I am an Obama loving democrat. My transportation of choice is a good pair of sneakers and an occasional cab. My favorite pastimes revolve around all things artistic. And my international hometown population (São Paulo) is 19,616,060. Red wine (on occasion), please.
And while I forward my brother photos of Georgia in an apron baking, drawing, and traveling in Buenos Aires. He sends me...well you've seen. But here is where the dissimilarities part. I feel the pride in his photos as he feels mine.
And even though Georgia and Emma could not grow up in more diverse environments, love is the constant factor. And I am certain they will be best of friends.
Even if they don't have the same hobbies or vote the same at the polls (got that, Todd).
You know your sister (who is always right) loves you.