When Anthony and Hope lived in the Harrisburg area we didn’t see them as often as we would’ve liked. One time when they were in town we were playing a charade type of game. Anthony Lee (maybe about 9 or 10 yrs old) went running through the room and in a loud high pitched voice, hands flailing, imitated me greeting him. Apparently this is how I greeted them each time they came to town after a long absence. Cracked me up.

Just wanted to share these great pictures of my brother and I❤️