August 2004. Lake Tahoe (California side). Twizzler, age 3, walks to the beach. He figured it was easier to carry his bucket on his head than in his hands. I have always loved this picture.

Back then, Twizzler hardly talked. He was a late bloomer, waiting til he could speak in full, correct sentences before he opened up to us. Back then, when AJ was only a month away from being conceived, and Reese was a spunky 1 year old. Back then, when we were spending the entire summer with my family in California. When CandyMan was home working, with a job that paid.

Things were simpler back then. I am finding myself missing those days.

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