Michelle Booher-Wallace, my amazing cousin that I grew up with, is here visiting with her family. She is spending her days and nights at my mother's house, pouring through the love letters that were written between our grandparents when Chris Sorenson first came up to Alaska. Very sweet. Very sweet. He was such a farmboy, you have to love him.
Anyway, Michelle is spending her time visiting the past, visiting with my parents and sister, showing her husband around town. I catch her for a few minutes at dinner, and that is about it - so don't want to hear a lot of whining from her friends about how little time she is spending with them. I am feeling it myself.
We did take time for one little family excursion, a visit to the old family sawmill for some hooligan fishing. Didn't catch a thing, except a few candids of Michelle.
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