{34 years . . . and counting}

Thirty four years ago this July I told Mr. W. 
that even if we lived in a tent, 
I would marry him.
I was completely smitten with this man (still am)!
Well . . . 34 years later (and likening the scriptures
to myself)

1 Nephi 2:15

And my father (I) dwelt in a tent.

I spent my 34th anniversary in a tent!
Loves of my life - my dad & Mr. W.
Instead of the traditional opal gift,
I received a new air mattress, perfectly cooked s'mores,
the lullabies of pine trees, the rush of a clear mountain stream, listening to ghost stories around the campfire,
Fun is mandatory!
marveling at the mountains majesties and sipping hot chocolate in the early morning hours as I directed
lost joggers (who stared in shock at my 'bedhead' hairdo - 
hey, it was early and I was sleeping on the ground in a tent) towards the Timp trailhead.
Jason & Mr. W. - July 2011
Best of all, I'm still head over heels in love with the
same man that I promised to follow in thick or in thin,
in mansion or tent, to the ends of the world.
And that (as Mastercard would say), is priceless!



Kathy, Nancy & Carolyn - 1957

It's hard to be responsible,
adult and sensible all the time.
How good it is to have a sister
whose heart is as young as your own. 
- Pam Brown -

Nancy, Carolyn, Dad & Kathy
Happy 60th Birthday, Carolyn!