Hotel Swimming

Some of my fondest memories of childhood are of swimming in hotel pools until my hands were wrinkly, my eyes blood shot, and my stomach full of heavily chlorinated water.  But it meant vacation, and that was always a treat!

Home for the Holidays

Friends with Efray at sweet cafe ardour

Grandpa Key and his new favorite girl

Uncle Vincent reading to Frances

There is one thing that I have learned from my trip back home, I don't take nearly as many pictures as I'd like. I've come to rely on Dave to take all of the pictures, but the problem with that is I don't have access to those images and my blog therefore seems a little disjointed.

I've captured some of our trip back to Colorado, but so many special moments and important people are absent from these images.