Blast from the past photographs —
Three years ago today, as we waited word on the arrival of our first grandson, we also watched Karl and his partner, Michael, play tennis for high school sectionals.
Salty like hot dogs (and tears). Sweet like marmalade (and life).
Blast from the past photographs —
Three years ago today, as we waited word on the arrival of our first grandson, we also watched Karl and his partner, Michael, play tennis for high school sectionals.
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Hmmm, there’s no shortage of tennis courts here, but I’ve never played the game myself.