Old pictures 

So, I swear to you all that the other day I was thinking what a shame it was that I deleted my original Facebook account back in 2012. That there were some real wonderful photos on there and I’d love to have them back.

And low and behold, I was checking up on a friend I hadn’t seen anything from in awhile and it showed she was friends with someone by my name with my dog as her profile picture. I at first thought someone had hacked my account.  I clicked on it and found that my old account had not actually been deactivated way back when. I couldn’t access it, but not everything was private, either. So I was able to steal some of those photos I had been missing! 

Me and my Matthew. This photo sums us up perfect. He’s grumpy and I love him anyway.

These are parts of my life that I haven’t forgotten, but that are not always front and center.

Matt holding Chase for the first time.

I posted them all to my personal Facebook, blowing up everyone’s feed. Sorry not sorry.

Me, at a bar, with long black hair. And that shirt!

It was like a chronicle of my life up to when Chase was born. What a lovely trip down memory lane!

My Chasers first full day on this earth.

That’s all for tonight folks. Happy weekend!

Published by: A. Elizardo

Single mother to two amazing boys, sister to an inspiration, and the daughter of two opinionated, sarcastic, fun loving individuals that are no longer physically with us. Music, writing, reading, my family - living and gone - are what keep me going as I put on my rose colored glasses and navigate us through this crazy world.

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