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Day 7: Generations

Fourth of July last year: Mom with my youngest sister, Annie, and my two young nephews... who were both getting pretty tired right about then. Not the greatest photo on many counts, but it always draws me in... I love the love here.

Day 6: Who they love

 
This one's for Maddy. A pet photographer I am not. I tried to take a photo of Mickey yesterday and the dog just does not like a camera pointed at her. Not only did she shy away, she was shaking! Poor thing. I couldn't torture her, so this is from the archives. Andi's visiting this weekend and maybe Mickey will relax with her... and we can send Maddy a cute Valentine.

Day 5: Love to hate

Um, yep, back in the kitchen!

We've been married for over 26 years, there are plenty of little things that sort of drive me nuts. One of them is done looking into an open refrigerator and could be called, "Who moved my...?" It could be cheese, it could be pickles, it could be (and is quite often) mayonnaise, it's sometimes soy sauce. You get the picture. If it's not exactly where he saw it last, even if it's front and center, it's like it isn't even there. Don't move the... whatever it is... not even an inch.

Something in there?

Day 4: What they wear

Mukluks. I noticed he'd worn a hole at one of the big toes in these slipper socks that I made for his birthday 4 years ago. He has worn these slippers a lot, so I wasn't surprised that they might start falling apart. I hadn't investigated carefully, though, until I grabbed them today to photograph. I am very happy to report that the knitting is completely intact, it is only the yarn used to secure the knitting to the sole that has worn through. Easy fix!

Four More Years!

Something underfoot.

Day 3: Then and now

Then: 1984 at the sink in our kitchen at Cape Kiwanda, Pacific City, OR. He built the house. I first watched -- and then helped -- him finish it, and also eventually moved in.  We were married in that house 26 years and a coupla weeks ago. We still have many of those jars behind him, the contents (flour, oatmeal, brown rice, and sugar) used up and refilled many times over the years.

Now: 2011 in the kitchen of our 125-year-old our northeast Wisconsin home. We've lived and improved (hopefully, ourselves as well as our house) here for almost 24 years and, most importantly, raised and loved our three girls here. The kitchen jars can almost barely be made out behind the glass doors.

Honest, he does get out of the kitchen.

Keeping something new going.

Day 2: How they look

Breaking from the norm already and posting a previously taken photo; with youngest studying abroad until late April, there will be no opportunity for fresh photographs this month.

These... they... my girls... most definitely the joy of love! And this pretty much sums it up -- living, loving, laughing, fabulous, beautiful, fun!

Continuing with something new.

Day 1: What they do

That's broccoli going into the pot. He does most of the cooking. I like to do big productions, he likes to just cook. He's a three-meals-a-day kind of guy, too, whereas I'm not, so if he always depended on me to eat, well... it wouldn't be like that.

Something new.