She was mesmerized by the shifting, trippy lights in the Detroit airport. We must have walked this corridor 10 times. Like Zoloft for kids. And hippies.
As the sun was setting and things cooled down, her teeth started chattering but she would not get out of the pool.
She loved getting in the mix with all the cousins. Here riding bikes at Fatboy's:
Here's Patrick just before we destroyed that thing. Sad, but awesome. Fat kept a big piece of the frame to put above his workbench. I was jealous.
The Doodle:
Jackie is such a great combo -- supercool dude and sweet big cuz:
And, because dorkiness like this must be preserved, behold the D&D-inspired artwork I drew on my closet wall the summer before 8th grade:
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