Who's the cue ball?

The 30th Annual Morgan Reunion was full of surprises, both big and small.

Every year, I'm amazed at how much everyone has and hasn't changed. The littlest ones (and sometimes the not-so-littlest, that could be me...) grow at an astounding pace. Of course, this could be compounded by the fact that I haven't seen them for a year?!

I was even surprised by a Morgan, whom had yet to be met.

The biggest and best surprise, for this Morgan, was to see my (not-so) little, bald brother walk into the coach, as if he owned the place. This joyful, unexpected, tearful, noisy (that would be me, I was screaming) surprise carried me through the weekend!

To make it even better... My big (and older) brother and I were able to spend time with the littlest (err, youngest) of us three. This would be the first time ever, as adults. I'm talking age wise, not necessarily maturity level.