Good Things

As a young lady living in Germany with my family, I would often fret about not being married. I was, after all, 21!

While working at the U.S. military commissary, I had a cute little boss, Louis Rozario. He was my height. Lou was retired military who opted to stay in Europe (he'd married a German Fraulein years before) and worked for the government after retiring.

Sometimes my co-workers would tease me about boys and marriage. They'd also embarrass me with comments about 'married' life. Lou would always come to my aid and/or defense, give me a hug and tell me....

Good things come to those who wait.

Boy was he ever right!

My wait was long but my good thing is an amazingly selfless, sincere, kind, sweet, talented, funny, romantic, valiant, hard-working, handsome husband.




He was feeling kind of dead the day this photo was taken. Poor guy worked so hard getting ready for Halloween, it nearly killed him!

Seriously, three days to set-up, three hours and over 500 trick-or-treators, three days to dismantle. It was hard work but he loves it!

Thanks for marrying me, my Valiant!

I love you. XOXOXOXO

What a Beaute

This past Friday and Saturday, Troop 591 participated in the 2010 Klondike Derby at Weber Memorial Park/Causey Reservoir in the Ogden Valley.  Val's scouts did better than I thought they would (oh me of little faith) scoring 108 with the winning troop scoring 116. 

As they were packing up, preparing to come home, a snow ball fight began.  While loading equipment in to the trailer Val took one in the head.  He was taken by surprise, as he wasn't engaged in the white warfare ( I copied this terminology from the troop blog authored by Jared St. Clair ;) ) at this point.  His reaction was to start chasing the offending scout.  The pursuit was long (little scouts are much more nimble and fast compared to Scoutmasters) but Val was within reaching distance of the little guy when his feet were caught up in snow covered sage brush.  Going face first, Val fell flat, right on top of Carson, knocking the air out of the poor little guy.

In retrospect, Val thinks his eye and cheek hit Carson's shoulder, bruising his eye and abrasing his cheekbone.  His main concern was for Carson.  He was worried that he may have broken Carson's collar bone in the fall.  Val was grateful it was snow they fell on, believing it would have been much worse without the softer landing.

Word on the street is Carson has a nice bruise of his own on his back.  My question is........

Do you think Carson's bruise was caused by ...

1. Val's firm chin, or
2. Val's equally firm Chadwick nose

We'll surely never know.  Afterall, it's not worthy of CSI: Weber County. 

However, it sure is fun to speculate every time  I look at the changing color of his eye!

I just love my Scoutmaster!