Glory days.

Looking at old pictures of my grandparents always makes me wish I could've had a relationship with my grandma. She passed away shortly before I was born and I never got to meet her. With my grandpa being so ill lately and all the way up in Maryland, I've spent a good amount of time looking through old albums and connecting with them through their yellowed with age photographs.

I wish I could have been sitting right there next to them..

While looking through the albums, I also thumb through my favorite pages: the pictures of my mom when she was younger. The bleached hair awkward phase and the model years. Too bad I got my dad's height.. ugh. Damn the Glasky dwarf genes!