Until two weeks ago.
My mom and brother drove down to visit me on my birthday. It was the first time we'd all seen each other in over a year. We'd talked here and there on the phone or via some social media channel, but this was the first set of hugs we'd exchanged in that long. I've been asking my mom for ages (literally) to dig out some of her old boxes filled with photos and photo albums. Well, happy birthday to me, because when they walked in the front door, my brother was lugging a big old box with him.
