Nicole at 2

Packing to move out of a house I've lived in for 45 years means finding old and forgotten treasures tucked into the recesses of closets and drawers.  I cleaned out the hall closet this morning and found old photos and letters that I'd forgotten existed and they will make the trip to my apartment.  Among the photos is the one above of Nicole at 2 years of age.  She was extraordinarily beautiful and she hated me at that time...I think she loves me now.  

I also found the deed to the house that I tried to convince Kim she had.  Oh, well.