You know how in movies, when people get amnesia, they sometimes go months before they figure out who they are? Living new lives as new people? Until
finally one of their loved ones spots them walking down the street or whatever? Well, (God forbid this ever happen! but let's just imagine for a moment...) it's nice to know that if such a thing were to happen to either of my boys, their chances of being "discovered" by someone who knows them are radically higher than most, since anyone who knows ANY of my brothers would immediately be able to recognize them as related.
See what I mean? How cute are they?
Best part of this story, though? Just after I took these pictures, Elliot threw up all over Rhys' head...
Running in torrents down his face and beard. Priceless.
And yes, by the way, that is my brother Rhys returned (safely!) from his army tours. We are so thankful that he's home. :)
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