Monday, October 29, 2007
Monday, October 22, 2007
Sunday, October 21, 2007
Thursday, October 18, 2007
Today as we walked around the temple and looked up at the most beautiful view of Rock Canyon we both commented on the stunning scene. Kurt questioned my absolute willingness to leave this valley and I have to admit I will miss that particular view. It is an unusual place--no where in the world is there a place like this. Yes, Kurt, I will miss it.
Monday, October 15, 2007
Thursday, October 11, 2007
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
Tuesday, October 9, 2007
It was girl's night while the guys were at the Priesthood meeting. So after we ate our take home Olive Garden soup and salad plus the amazing biscuts from Red Lobster we were a bit tipsy and started making faces at the MacBook Pro computer camera. We had a good laugh and were in the middle of laughing when the boys showed up and joined in the fun. Face it, you wish you were here.
Monday, October 8, 2007
My father died when I was only 31. We both knew that would happen because he was 50 when I was born. But it is still difficult to have him gone so soon in my life. You take these pictures, not really realizing how important it would be. He had his stroke just months before Katy was born. Here he is holding Katy only a few months after she was born. Can you see the enthusiasm for life in his eyes even though it was drastically changed in a moments time?
Thursday, October 4, 2007
Here is Jordan in my wedding dress. The lady that made my dress insisted that I have a veil. I insisted that I didn't want a veil and that if she made it I wouldn't wear it. So she made it, I didn't wear it. It kinda looks like a nurse getting married, don't you think. But, of course, Jordan looks lovely as usual.
Monday, October 1, 2007
This photo was taken in 1971 at a reunion at Lynn's house in Albuquerque. I don't know who the Swedish maiden is in the background but this is a tribute to my sister Lark.
If you want to have fun just sit around with Lark and that is all you have to do. She used to get me organized for school when I went to Wasatch. She would make me scrub my pencil holder (and my zorries--that is what we called flip flops) and make sure I had all my school equipment. I would never have survived without her. She essentially raised me. But that did not keep her from playing tricks on me (I believed everything) or challenging me to get the mail in my slip. (I thought that was daring and now I go around the house with nothing on at all.) I love her so much and feel like the luckiest sister in the world to have Lark as my own. Happy birthday!