Mike and I reflected in the computer screen.

I took this picture at my grandpa's house while we were on vacation. Mike was telling fishing stories with my dad...

We came to Farmington for the weekend. It is pouring down rain, but Mike still took the kids fishing.

The kids wanted to see a picture of dad crying, so this was his best 'I think I'm dying' look.


She is coloring in the red lightning bolt, the sun and some of the clouds.

He sent me this text message:

I luv the hell outta you.

Boy do these guys know how to pose for the camera...

He helped me through this.

I love that Mike is a man's man. We were talking about stocking the freezer, so he took me to check out some cows. Because he can kill, skin, gut and butcher an animal like nobody's business. I have these dreams that there is a natural disaster and everyone around us is starving to death. In the dream, Mike goes out hunting and comes back with MEAT. Our neighbors are fighting over blades of grass and we are eating steak...


Mike holds the pig