Our trip to France in 2006.
Our house, when we first bought it in 2003, before the weeds took over the front yard.
Claire, crawling into the dishwasher.
Mary Grace with Kona.
An old, scanned copy of a high school formal dance. I went with Jack's namesake.
Camping at Grandpa Ben's farm.
Chuck, Mary Grace, and Claire "flying" on the swings.
Grandpa Bob, when he was older.
An old scanned photo of Aunt Kathryn with a newborn Kelly - Kelly's in nursing school now.
Mary Grace's first preschool graduation.
Emily Pinkerton's concert in Grammaland.
Claire melting down at her purple birthday - before I learned how to schedule things around naps.
Cameron's first birthday.
Aunt Jill's baby shower - now Alex almost two.
Mary Grace hugging Widget in Gramma's window.
Ken and Shannyn's new house when they first moved in.
Mimi's wedding. Has there ever been a more beautiful bride?
Mary Grace as a baby, looking so much like Jack.
Me, exhausted, right after giving birth.
Me, standing in the sun at Mimi and Trey's wedding.
The Children's Museum.
An old scanned picture of Barbara-Dahling and Uncle Dale from college.
There are more photos of loved ones who have passed away than there were last time we watched a slideshow. It hurts. More friends we've lost touch with, too, in spite of Facebook. I think of all the good stuff that's lost to us, and I wish that we could just live the last ten years on an infinite loop, over and over and over again. Well, most of them, anyway.
This is what it feels like to get old.
And then I remember what I tell the kids - don't be sad that it's over, be glad that it happened. I think it's a paraphrase of something Dr. Seuss said.
That guy knew everything.
He's gone, too.
I need chocolate.