My first Holy Communion outfit.
My Mom and Dad and Brother Anthony.
I searched through the basement until I found this photo. Notice the matching white shoes. Imagine wearing that outfit as an adult! It would definitely be more embarrassing than it was back then!
My father's hands on my shoulders gives me a warm comfortable feeling. I must have felt his love and protection and my mom was always there for me whenever I needed her. My brother was my steadfast companion. We had some arguments just like all families but I was lucky to have them.
One day I intend to organized all the old photos but right now it's not a top priority.