On lazy summer days in Portland, CT we walk down to the Connecticut river. We pass the house where my mother-in-law grew up, the house that her Dad built. Can you imagine living your whole life in the same town, all the people you know, all the people who know you and remember your family, all the memories you have? We also walked past the school that was Doug's middle school and his mother's high school. It's strange to think about that since we're moving to a new place and moving from the place where our kids were born, where they learned to walk, where the marks on the door frame showed Jack growing as tall as me.
But we carry the memories with us, and more are made on lazy summer days.
A relaxing game of croquet?
Building planes, flying planes, retrieving planes from high branches.