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Comstock Chronicles: The Summer


As I walk down the ramp leading up to the children's school, I smile at every passer-by. I can hardly believe how blessed I am. Five days a week, I get to walk my children to school in the cool of the morning. We pass bungalow and Victorian and Spanish houses along the way. The children ask me to tell them my story, and it's hard not to oblige. Then I hug them goodbye at the front door and they go in hand in hand. What a country we live in that educates our children for "free"! (Yes, I realize it's not free-free.) With a warm heart, I walk Benny home in the quietness after the morning hustle.

The summer proper has come and gone, and it saw a number of momentous events that warrant mentioning. Lee graduated from kindergarten. Benny turned one and began to walk. Grandpa Seelye went to be with Jesus. Kimmi, our studio renter, got engaged and moved out. Brittany, our house-mate moved on to live with her brother in Irvine. We met out-of-state cousins for the first time. The children had their first marina boat ride. Grandma and Grandpa Stevens took Lee and Rose to Disneyland for the first time. Benny met Ed and Barb Dickenson in Monterey. Teri and myself celebrated my mom's birthday at the Huntington gardens for tea. Phil and I celebrated our 12-year-anniversary at Napa Rose at the Disneyland Grand Hotel. Lee got stitches. And we celebrated Phil's 36th birthday. Phew! There was plenty more that happened, but I'll leave it at that.
Cousin Ollie and Lars sun bath with Lee and Rose after splashing around in the pool
Mama Mina's birthday cupcake
Uncle Ed shows Benny his tongue
Kids first Duffy boat ride in the Long Beach Marina
Kids first day of school. Thank Annette White for snapping this.
Napa Rose dessert! No idea what it was. Too fancy to tell.
Miss Brittany's last day with us. She was Benny's favorite.
Mena Chng's rice flour cake with bean paste frosting

Mullet birthday sign designed by Phil
Kimmi let us photograph her apartment for future renter advertising. Cute, isn't it?



Comments


Great photos - full and blessed life!
What an eventful summer! And I love that tiny table & chairs in the studio! clever!

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