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Blasts From The Past
Our good friend Jason just sent us some photos from about a year and a half ago. What a difference the days make.

In this first picture, there are a couple of notable points. First, a friend once commented that in every picture Cassie, Santiago and I are in, we always seem to be gazing upon Santiago. This picture is no exception. But what a little butterball he was! Also, I still own that baseball cap (one of the few things I took with me when we fled the city). That's our way cool apartment on St. Mary Street. That place will go down in history as one of my favorite apartments of all time.

Here is Jason with Santiago

We were going to go swimming at the Pocket Pool but rain cut our trip short. We ended up at Cafe Luna, catching up on things before Jason took off to get his Masters in Urban Planning in California. Who would have known how things were going to get turned upside down a couple months later?

Here's me and The Boy

He seemed so much bigger then!

I think there is something pithy to be said about these pictures that recently appeared in our lives, but I am speechless more than ever these days.

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