The infamous image of my dad and I with his monster of a rack deer. This image made the local newspaper.
I love this picture for two reasons. My dad always had us outside and one of the only pictures I have of the very first house I remember living in.
I was and still am very much a tomboy. But let’s talk about those bangs I’m rockin’.
My husband and I shortly before we became parents.
Me, my baby brother and dad. Squirrel hunting was always a family affair.
The day we became parents to a little 2lb 15oz beautiful little girl.
The day I graduated high school, 2003.
Where I learned to play hockey. The pond behind my grandma’s home was the meeting spot for hours of shoveling off snow for a pick up game of pond hockey. Uncles, friends, my dad, cousins…this is what childhood dreams are made of.
This image is in the top 10 for me. This was what most weekends and moments with family looked like. All of us at my grandma’s home, cousins hanging out playing while the parents sat around my grandma’s kitchen table laughing and talking. This home was the meet up, the go to, the place where you could go at any time with open arms, cookies, a meal and a family gathering place.
Apparently if I were no where to be found, they’d go check on the dogs and kitties and that’s where I’d be.
One of the many trips to the UP. I got to skip school every year for this trip and it’s a tradition I have always cherished.
My very best friend in the whole world also happens to be my cousin Chrissy (pictured on the left, me on the right). I still talk to her every single day.
High School Basketball
High school Varsity softball.
Traveling hockey team.
As you can see, if I didn’t find trouble, trouble found me in the form of my grandma’s windowsill right to the eye. This is one of my most favorite images of my sister and I.
My mama. Just like any mama, we are normally the ones behind the camera. I don’t have a lot of images I have found with just me and my mom. Still to this day she dodges the camera at all costs, but I’m working on her.
We spent a lot of time at the beach, or at least I feel like we did. I’ve officially made it full circle from one piece bathing suits to two piece and now back to one. Funny how that works out. If only I had this strawberry shortcake suit in adult size.
Two of the greatest women I’ve been blessed to have known. My “ole grandma” and “grandma sears”. There is not nearly enough space here for me to every tell you about all of the love they brought into my life. I miss them dearly.
If you ask my sister, this is probably the most iconic photo of my childhood, for obvious reasons. Am I the only one who eats spaghetti naked?
I see so much of my looks in my mama. As I’m typing this, I notice the watch she always had on. She always made sure my sister and I were dressed to the nines, had our hair done and the unconditional love she had/has for us cannot be put into words. We feel the same.
Me with my three beauties. How lucky I am to be their mama.
I broke at least three of those windows. Dad never cared as long as we were playing sports. If the window was broke, that meant we had one hell of a shot and instead of telling us to be careful, he’d say “so that’s too high, aim at the net, shoot again.” They were all eventually replaced with plexiglass.