Memories

8.07.2012

Dani posted a beautiful blog over at The Corner Booth. Her words fit so appropriately with the photos we took last week while we were staying at the house on Flower Street and camping on that nice hard carpeting. The week was so filled with remembrances for those I love. Each and every old photograph, numerous nic-nacs, familiar smells and the foggy morning air brought back a flood of memories. Denver and I went for a quick run one morning, up the big hill and back to his childhood home. His old neighbor was taking out the trash, just as he did fifteen years ago, as we stopped to catch our breath and relive the rollerblading and little-red-wagon-careening-down-the-street days.














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