Our old house, as we called the house we use to live in, considering the one we live in now is older. Summer lunch outside on a makeshift garden table, finished plates of pasta, a milk carton and a bottle or rose.
French Husband wore his weekend uniform, a white Haynes tee-shirt and 501 jeans, since most of his other clothes involved button down, a tie and suit.
The curly blonde baby is Sacha, his eyes tell me it was not a good day. He had health issues when he was born and didn't sleep through the night until he was five. Even now twenty years later I know that look in the photo.
Chelsea, happy go lucky girl, loved those suspender shorts, dreamed of long hair and was such a helpful wonder that often I forgot that she was thirty two years younger than me.
Old photos, one look takes me back, one link to another, freeze frame in time.