
"Mom, I've met the man I'm going to marry!" This is what I called home from florida to tell my mom at age 18. Just having graduated from high school I drove from Utah to Florida with my then 15 year old sister in the black jeep. With my sister at the wheel most of the time (she was a better driver though not licensed) and our brick looking cell phone to call my mom ever chance we got, we were ready for an adventure. I still to this day can't believe my mom let us do that!
So, the adventure continues with our little family out here in no mans land just living life and loving each other.
and so with that, Happy Valentines Day to the MAN I LOVE who....
always gets up with kids and babies in the night, rubs my feet,lets me have the remote sometimes, catches all the Atticus throw-up in his hands like a bowl everytime, finds flowers that somehow "fall off trucks", encourages me to be the "best" in all aspects of my life, laughs at my strange vocabulary "I do not think you mean what you think you mean" ~princess bride, drives an old "battre" truck and likes it, and is MY most handsome valentine cowboy doc in the valley!
XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO
(The photo was taken at an Indigo Girls concert in Georgia back in the day 1994...we look so tan and young! I was 18 and he was 17 at the time we meet...we will be 10 years married this march and 15 years since we first met this summer)