[mostly] Wordless Weekend while I’m in San Francisco, hopefully having fried chicken for breakfast, lunch, dinner, and snacks.
That’s my brother Peter and me! He’s 12 years old there. I could just melt, looking at this cuteness.
I have a habit of getting huggy with tall men because Petey was the only family member that surpassed six feet, and that he was such a fantastic cuddly brother. He still is.
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My brother gives good hugs too but he doesn’t like hugging people so if I get one it’s a rare occurrence. If my Bro won’t get me a hug then I get one from my Dad he’s like 6ft 🙂