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01.31.2017

I think it is safe to say that the big boom of digital photography has really wreaked havoc on photo album collections around the world. I, for one, am no exception… During my school days, I was the one who brought my point and shoot film camera to school every day. My collection of albums from days past are still piled high at my parents house, but it is not hard to estimate when I received my first digital camera. It was sandwiched somewhere between my trip to France and my first year of University. Since then, I am ashamed to say, I have not hopped on the digital album train. Instead, my pictures sit idol on my computer, which
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08.18.2016
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It was a Farmer’s Market first birthday for Henry, surrounded by family, friends, and fresh food! We couldn’t have asked for a better day to party hard in our front yard for all of Rideau Lakes to see. Luckily it wasn’t the hottest day, and I had been watching the shade move around yard for a solid month now. Needless to say, I knew the exact dimensions of shade each tree produced between the hours of 2-4 because my kids and I are pastey white humans who are afraid to look at the sun! We ate, we sang, we played bocce and croquet, and we showed all our Henry love in the most perfect way. Henry was soaking in all
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07.09.2016
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Here we are again, at the end of strawberry season. I’m sad to say, we almost missed it completely, however, we were lucky they hung on for one more humid July week. We were away on family vacation in the east coast last week. The strawberries hadn’t started there, but they were in full bloom (if that’s what you call it) at home. Our mouths were watering at the thought of fresh strawberries right from the fields, but we couldn’t find anything!  Last year Olive and I went picking before Henry arrived. It was the first time either of us had been. (I know, I was deprived!) and now I think it has officially become tradition. Last year Olive and I
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11.09.2015
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A few weeks into September we packed the family into the car and headed to Wynn Farms to fill our basket full of apples. Last year was the first time both Olive and I had ever gone apple picking at an orchard. I had picked apples for many many years from the old apple tree that my grandparents planted, but had never adventured to an real orchard. As fall approached, I wanted to make sure we made it out as a family again. I am quickly realizing the importance of doing these things together – these little adventures that do not cost an arm and a leg… These little adventures that make true memories that last a life time.  Wynn
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11.04.2015
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The leaves are falling and the temperature is dropping. I’m finding myself not looking forward to winter as I usually do. The thought of hibernating for the winter scares me. I’m trying to hang on to summer through my photo album! I have a confession. We are surrounded by strawberry fields in July, but I have never gone strawberry picking. Shocking, I know! I have wanted to for years, but just haven’t made the time to do so. This year I decided I wasn’t going to miss yet another opportunity, so Olive and I packed up and hit the road early one Friday in July. Olive’s number one food group is berries, and high at the top of that list are strawberries,
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10.15.2015
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I still remember the butterflies, the nervous knot in my stomach. I remember watching the hours count down as we curled my hair and fastened my shoes. I remember the love and the tears and the laughter. I remember the overwhelming feeling as the doors opened and the cameras flashed. I remember the first time I saw you.  Standing there. Waiting for me.  I remember my dad holding me tight as he walked his little girl down the aisle. A walk that so many generations in my family have made in that very same church. I remember the feeling of eternity, forever, evermore as I looked into your eyes as we said our I do’s. I don’t remember anyone else except
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