I have been absent from here of late, trying to finish my thesis but I should be back more after the next couple of weeks once I submit the darn thing.
Lovely shot. As I always tell my boys, "You will never know anyone as long as you will know your siblings. So be nice." Hope things are getting easier.
Those man/boys make handsome bookends! What a great photo.
There is a man that lives out where we do who rides a cycle with no helmet. He looks so much like Mr. Curry, every time I see him I think of you guys. I saw him yesterday flying down the road with the wind in his hair. xo
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Your family is growing Maggie. Beautifully.
I have been absent from here of late, trying to finish my thesis but I should be back more after the next couple of weeks once I submit the darn thing.
Lovely pictures :) thank you for stopping off at my blog!
Oh, wow - look at them! Gorgeous and happy. What a family. Those bonds are evident in the photograph. xox
Lovely shot. As I always tell my boys, "You will never know anyone as long as you will know your siblings. So be nice." Hope things are getting easier.
Stunning photos. Yours is such a loving family. Teenagers have to stretch! All will be well.
Re: certain family members, the chains stretch A LOT!
Your four by the sea are beautiful...
What beauties.
Beautiful kids, each and every one of them :)
Thanks for the reminder about the chains stretching but not breaking...I needed to hear that today.
Those man/boys make handsome bookends! What a great photo.
There is a man that lives out where we do who rides a cycle with no helmet. He looks so much like Mr. Curry, every time I see him I think of you guys. I saw him yesterday flying down the road with the wind in his hair.
xo
That first shot is so beautiful!
Really seriously beautiful shots. And boy, do I miss the ocean.
Takes my breath away, Maggie.
They are perfection.
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