A Walk Down Memory Lane

There is a small, winding walkway in a grassy area of our apartment complex on which I have spent many a summer night. I have seen baby ducks waddling near it each spring. I have pushed my daughters in strollers along it. Mierae has pushed her babies in their stroller along it. Mierae has trudged in the snow piled up along it. Jolie has tried to walk on it, and fallen down and scraped her knees. Mierae has watched colonies of ants on it. And Eric and I have held hands on it as we watched our children play. We won't live here forever, so I want to remember this little place where we have enjoyed snow and sunshine.

So, here are a few photos of our last little jog around "Memory Lane"...and beyond.