Lukas graduated from high school- would be enough said but today he left for college. Lots of change. For the one leaving it makes it easier to know you're not left out. Life goes on and my siblings are growing up.
But on the other side not being home means I miss the details of that growing up. I don't know when my sister got so funny but she is hilarious. I didn't witness the plans being made to send my brother off to college. I don't know how my childhood puppy got so old and fat. I've missed details but that comes with getting married, moving away, and starting my own "home".
Today I think it's appropriate to post a picture blog of things I miss today...
Starting with this treasure:
Taking gross mouth photos that make us laugh
Taking gross mouth photos that make us laugh
The pottery place with Sarah (more Sarah than place)
Doing hair and make-up with sister, while camping, on sleeping Andrew.
Taking pictures with this goober
Rafting the Rouge with the Partin Family
Seeing Lukas' nipple pictures- everywhere
TRYING to get Mak to try something new
Seeing my mom with her little pink camera out
Of course these faces and the way they say my name
Seeing EmJ and her sweet baby Lo
Sunday naps on this couch, in this room, with this guy
And of course many many many more things. I have a lot of wonderful people to miss but thank goodness for technology where I can still see all the people I love and talk to my family daily.
I love that my memories are well documented.




Chelsea.....when you do these (wonderful) layouts of dialog/photo s... It causes me to say...CHELSEA....YOU NEED TO WRITE (Publish) A BOOK... You have a gift of making the rest of us want to read and see more and more and more; of your stuff.......Love Grampa
ReplyDeleteYou are the most photogenic creature in the whole world. Also, I kinda miss your mom too...girls weekend? In Texas? :)
ReplyDeleteGreat idea Carly!!! Miss you too. Funny blog Chelz....did you have to share the gross mouth pictures??? Your sister made me do it. She's such a goof.
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