Back when I was in college my friends seemed surprised when I told them I needed to get a card for one of my brothers' birthdays or that one of them was going to pick me up at the airport. Everyone always assumed that I was an only child. This isn't because I was some sort of overgrown Veruca Salt, it was just that, well, they just didn't envision me with siblings.
But yes, I have two brothers. There is Andrew, who is 31. Then there is Robert, 29, who is married to Hun. They're going to have a little boy in October. (How nice! A Libra!) At the helm there is Paul, who has the same name is me: Paul Madoule Millard. I'm Pauline Madoule Millard. Insert chuckles here.
Even more shocking was Parents' Weekend freshmen year, when someone was actually surprised when I said my mom was coming up. After all, I hadn't arrived Opening Weekend with my parents. Instead my Polish friend Arek and I had packed up a U-Haul and went up on our own. We had been at Syracuse all summer for an academic program, so we certainly didn't need any hand holding that weekend in August. There were parties to attend!
Anyhow, here's a shot of the fam from a few weeks ago. It was a terribly humid and rainy day, so I look a little drowned. But everyone else looks good. We're a rather attractive family! N'est pas?
(And you still have two chances to marry in!)
