Friday, March 11, 2016

When we lived in a pink house


Our first apartment had "dusty rose" walls. He called it pink. I found him unbelievably hot so he could call my color choice whatever he wanted. We were such footloose kids, playing house, marveling that we now got to build sand castles day in, day out. Thirty years later he is still my favorite sandbox buddy, rock solid in a crisis, my best friend.

7 comments:

  1. Gorgeous photo. Your son looks so like his daddy.

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  2. Pictures can take you back so quickly ...

    Your son looks very like him, does he not?

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  3. I have even more years under my belt, but much the same sentiments. Very best wishes from France. Cro x

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  4. Such a handsome, good man. I'm happy for you.

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  5. A lovely memory, through warm rose light, in the best of ways.

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