50 Posts and a Piece of Toast in Bloomington, MN

When we were little, our father filmed family moments with a motion picture camera (as he called it). I never saw the footage until I was an adult. What a blessing it was to see my parents when they were younger, and all of my siblings in those frames. I actually cried when I saw myself as an infant, because my brother Rodney, although he was just a pre-teen, was holding me like I was the most precious child in the world.He held me like I was his.This image is fitting for Rodney. He is a man who takes ownership