It’s amazing to think that Josh and I have been married only a little over 3 months now. To me, it feels like June 19th was years ago and we’re going on our 30th wedding anniversary. Not that it’s a bad thing, I guess we’ve just come a long way since June. I think you learn more than you expect to learn as a newly wed. Compromising, sharing, living with another person (not to mention sharing a full size bed with another person) really teaches you a few things about yourself. Since I was little I always thought I’d know exactly who I was by blank age, or blank date, or blank year. As of June, I’m learning I am constantly changing and will probably never have myself pinned down just right in this lifetime. I’m also learning this is okay…. and actually, much better than forcing myself into some category or sentence of “who am I.”
Overall, the past few months of marriage have been just fabulous. We’ve definitely had our bad minutes, or days, and on occasion weekends, but when the good days outweigh the bad by a gazillion little swedish fish, what can you complain about….really?
So, obviously this day is far away for Josh and me, but I can’t help noticing all the adorable little babies around the city. As it’s getting colder out, the mamma’s seem to find more and more creative ways to bundle these little things up and nothing catches your eye more and gets to your heart faster than a cute baby.
Each year, over Labor Day, my family (including our dog Buster) haul our big tipi up to Fort Bridger, a mountain man rendevous in Wyoming for the weekend. Over 2,000 people attend, where you trade or barter, camp out with other families in old tipi’s, eat dutch oven cooking over a fire, see some pretty sweet sites, and meet some very interesting people. There are barn dances and old-fashioned activities. On Sunday morning they hold an amazing Sacrament meeting outdoors in the woods with the bearing of testimonies. It’s probably the most spiritual thing I’ve ever attended. I didn’t get to go this year, but Josh and I are planning on going with the family next year.
Here they are at Fort Bridger, having an awesome time!
And, my amazing mother sewed all the pioneer clothing they are wearing because she is capable of anything imaginable. She is ridiculous.
Isaac traded some beads for the turtle-shell pouch he is wearing. He also is a great little negotiater, and bought my mom a beautiful walking stick which he talked down the price from $60 to $35. He’s pretty awesome for being 9 years old.
My family is beautiful and pretty rad.
Us, again. We are lovers. I love my girls.