Obviously I don't have much to say from the very early days, as is evident by this upcoming photo, where my older sister is but an infant.
I have little idea of what happened in these first two years, given that I was not alive yet, but I'm sure it was a grand old time of my lovely mother and wonderful father struggling to figure out how to raise a sassy baby while working and completing schooling. My parents are superheroes, what can I say.
Meg was always on top of the fashion game. I mean, the towel matches the bathing suit. And the hat matches the overalls.
I rocked up into the world in August 1992, and was (despite what my extremely anguished face in the above photo suggests) surprisingly peaceful. My parents tell me that they thought I was dead the first night I came home from the hospital because I slept the entire night through without a peep. Apparently Meg was peeping enough for the both of us.
Given that it was just us two for the first while, we spent a lot of time together.
We went to the zoo a couple of times.
We spent a lot of time playing with Sasha, including dressing her up more than once. I am ashamed to say I do not have those photos. Yet.
My family is very fortunate, I'll say that right off the bat. We have done lots of travelling over the years. So this section actually overarches the other sections as well.
Skiing at a little resort called Smugglers' Notch in Vermont was a staple on our calendar.
And we spent a few weeks at this incredibly random but very fun cottage.
Phil is notorious for documenting Meg and I sleeping while on vacation.
We also flitted off to B.C. once or twice. So often that I fell in love with it and moved there for four years.
And we went to Italy with my dad's whole side of the family for my step sister Ashely's wedding. My dad and Wendy also got hitched during that trip, on a winery in Tuscany. No big deal.
Side note about the above photo, slash our general physical make up. Some people think Meg and I don't look alike at all. We have worked at the same restaurant for some summers and some people have no idea we're even related.
Some people think we are the same person. And I mean that quite literally. While working one day, my sister and I switched places at the computer while a man was signing his bill. He looked up at me, handed me the bill and thanked me for the great service. Meg served him, though, I didn't.
Right after the vacation slash wedding weeks in Italy, I moved to Vancouver to begin my undergrad. Though Meg and I had been living apart from each other for four years prior to that when Meg moved away for University, this was the farthest apart we had ever been for more than a few month stints when Meg went gallivanting around Europe for summer courses.
This was the first really big test of our sisterly-love bond. But, between phone calls to and from class, text messages that numbered so many that it drove my roommates insane, and a trip to visit me when I stayed in Vancouver for the summer, we kept that connection that everyone recognizes in us.
Since 2012, we have been going to Sedona at least once a year.
Sometimes we bring friends...
Sometimes it's family...
We have the modern-day big family, as is evident from the above photo. We also have a large extended family on my mom's side. Meg will fill all the time she has available with family, and make sure we get photos to capture those moments.
Though I roll my eyes every time she stops the group to take selfies or take numerous photos, I actually really appreciate it. Another secret being exposed through this Spark project.
I am also grateful for Phil, for being equally photography-inclined and documenting these wonderful moments in this story of casual obsession.