On February 14th, 1987, Rick and I were married in the Arizona Temple.
The hair. The dress. The colors.
Thick, black eyebrows anyone? Pleanty to go around!
My handsome guy.
As long ago as that sounds, time has flown by!
I knew I loved him before I met him because my roommate would talk about him (he was dating her cousin at the time) and I knew he was the kind of guy I wanted. The deal was sealed when I walked into his kitchen to meet his mom and Gary, Rick's dad, was wearing an apron, fixing dinner. That was the kind of example I wanted my future husband to have in a father! Although, Rick got many wonderful skills from his father, I don't think in our 24 years together, I've ever seen him in an apron. Now I know what he's getting for Father's Day this year. See how my brain storming works?!