Happy Jason Day

This was my last pday in the mission field. Jason had already been home for 4 months. He was back touring with his family. My father-in-law asked me to come home and date his son while we were at the Colleseo. Good times... if they only knew what the next 10 years would bring them, ha, ha, ha)
This was Jason and I in the mission field (I apologize for the irreverence of the picture - what do you do when your twenty something in a foreign country and living like nuns - you get your kicks where you can)
This was the twenty year old I fell for ... what a smokin hot guy, even if he was a missionary.

This is Jason in our first apartment getting ready to move to AZ.

My crazy, wonderful, amazing trophy husband. I love him more and more as time goes by and I'm constantly reminding myself just how good I have it with him. Happy Father's Day to a guy who makes me laugh daily (and never reads this blog - so he never knows how "crazy" I am for him) Sei Grande!

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The Nielson Family said…
That's awesome love the pics.
June 23, 2009 at 7:00 AM
Tara said…
These pics were so fun to see. Memories. The early years. Dallin is nine. I keep thinking I have only been out of highschool for ten years. Guess I am going to have to give that up next year. I miss hanging out with you and Jason (especially you). Your kids are darn cute.
June 27, 2009 at 1:08 AM
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