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3/52 Fondest Memories {Bloomington, Indiana photographer}

Whew, sorry for the delay!  It’s been a busy week and I nearly missed this post.  My baby is still sick, there was a minor flood in the kitchen and I’ve been trying to clean-up BOTH of their messes.  The fun never ends in our home!

This probably does not seems like something to be fond of, but if you meet my father you will soon learn two things:

  1. He has ADD
  2. He has OCD

Ok, I am probably exaggerating some, but he is incredible neat & tidy.  Last week my son was kicked out of daycare for 2 days because he developed a fever.  My dad was wonderful and came down for both days to watch him.  There is something special about coming home after my dad has been in my home all day.  The dishes are washed, dried and put away.  The stove and sink are scrubbed clean and gleam white.  The table is completely cleared off and any dried food residue has been removed, the floors have been swept and mopped.  The door blinds are open and the sun seems to bounce off every shiny surface in my kitchen. If we had been able to maintain it longer than 5 minutes after he left I would be posting photos, but alas, that did not happen:(

But it isn’t limited to the kitchen, as you can see in the photo above.  The only cock-eyed book is the one my son put away.  Everything is clean and sparkly and it is amazing to come home to.

He has always been this way.  The year I graduated college my sister and mother took a little tour of Europe and while we were away for a couple of weeks my dad got bored and began to miss us.  So he cleaned.  And arranged.  And when I got home I couldn’t find my make-up.

This is the same man whom we lovingly tease for putting away the ketchup and mustard before the burgers and dogs ever reach the table.

This is the man my son looks up to and emulates.It is such a joy to watch the two of them together.  As far as my son is concerned, the sun rises and sets on D and that is the way it has been since the beginning.  I think my dad feels the same way.

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