It’s one of those annoying cliches that turns out to be true. Blink. Your newborn is walking. Blink. Third grade recital. Blink. Teenaged angst. Blink. Graduation.
Blink. My sweet friends with whom I shared many fun, single adventures are now the parents of these personality-packed kids.
Thanks for the honor of chasing them down and capturing a little bit of this time. And for allegedly trespassing on a shut-down federal park with me. Who says our adventures are over?