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)!
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)
to myself)
1 Nephi 2:15
And my father (I) dwelt in a tent.
I spent my 34th anniversary in a tent!
Instead of the traditional opal gift,
Loves of my life - my dad & Mr. W. |
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,
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.
the lullabies of pine trees, the rush of a clear mountain stream, listening to ghost stories around the campfire,
Fun is mandatory! |
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.
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!