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Jonathan and Shelby Chupp

I can't tell you how much I'm going to miss my family, the Chupps, as they sadly leave me on their way to downsizing. It will be through semi-sweet tears that I watch our 'baby', Lindsay, pull out of my long driveway, through my canopy of pines, and drive off to college in her convertible beetle later this fall.

For 8 years now I have watched Lindsay, our family's only child, grow up. The Chupps moved in when she was only a 4th grader. Always a ball of energy, I remember Lindsay doing cartwheels on my big front lawn the day they had their first showing of me with their DUFFY agent, Jan.

look!

it's me!

look!

it's me!

i can't tell you

how much i'm going

to miss my family

the chupps, as they

leave me on their way

to downsizing.

I still have door frame notches made as she grew and a few of her little girl handprints slightly visible in my laundry room.

Now Lindsay is running varsity cross country as a senior and traveling around the southeast doing triathlons with her track club. Though, she still uses the spindles of my upstairs banister to help hold her running shoes when she does her crunches.

And by no means is Lindsay my only resident athlete.

Now for being almost empty-nesters, I can barely keep up with father, Jonathan (or as Lindsay and I call him, Daddy-O) and mother, Shelby. Those two youngsters haven't slowed down a bit.

They train and keep fit hiking the trails just behind my back fence, right along with their sports star of a daughter. Daddy-O has a speed punching bag hanging in my garage, that he shows off to his buddies on poker night and mom logs daily miles on my exercise room treadmill that looks out over the neighborhood lake from my morning-lit, east-wing bay window.

Lindsay, of course prefers her racing bike to see all that real life has awaiting her. Many a late night she studied at my kitchen island. Her acceptance letters and scholarships our reward. I just hope she makes her first dorm room just a little piece of the home I have been privileged to provide her these many years.

And who knows, when mom and Daddy-O eventually move out to their new in-town empty nester bungalow for their 'second courtship', all that new free time will mean more date nights out, which will mean more later night returns and even more later wake-up calls. What a lucky bungalow it will be, even if it does possibly mean more clothing draped on the staircases. Blush!

My next new family will certainly have big running shoes to fill!

THE

END.

:)

back

duffy

family portraits

Jonathan and Shelby Chupp

I can't tell you how much I'm going to miss my family, the Chupps, as they sadly leave me on their way to downsizing. It will be through semi-sweet tears that I watch our 'baby', Lindsay, pull out of my long driveway, through my canopy of pines, and drive off to college in her convertible beetle later this fall.

For 8 years now I have watched Lindsay, our family's only child, grow up. The Chupps moved in when she was only a 4th grader. Always a ball of energy, I remember Lindsay doing cartwheels on my big front lawn the day they had their first showing of me with their DUFFY agent, Jan.

i can't tell you

how much i'm going

to miss my family

the chupps, as they

leave me on their way

to downsizing.

I still have door frame notches made as she grew and a few of her little girl handprints slightly visible in my laundry room.

Now Lindsay is running varsity cross country as a senior and traveling around the southeast doing triathlons with her track club. Though, she still uses the spindles of my upstairs banister to help hold her running shoes when she does her crunches.

And by no means is Lindsay my only resident athlete.

Now for being almost empty-nesters, I can barely keep up with father, Jonathan (or as Lindsay and I call him, Daddy-O) and mother, Shelby. Those two youngsters haven't slowed down a bit.

They train and keep fit hiking the trails just behind my back fence, right along with their sports star of a daughter. Daddy-O has a speed punching bag hanging in my garage, that he shows off to his buddies on poker night and mom logs daily miles on my exercise room treadmill that looks out over the neighborhood lake from my morning-lit, east-wing bay window.

Lindsay, of course prefers her racing bike to see all that real life has awaiting her. Many a late night she studied at my kitchen island. Her acceptance letters and scholarships our reward. I just hope she makes her first dorm room just a little piece of the home I have been privileged to provide her these many years.

And who knows, when mom and Daddy-O eventually move out to their new in-town empty nester bungalow for their 'second courtship', all that new free time will mean more date nights out, which will mean more later night returns and even more later wake-up calls. What a lucky bungalow it will be, even if it does possibly mean more clothing draped on the staircases. Blush!

My next new family will certainly have big running shoes to fill!

THE

END.

:)