Anniversary in Keystone

He's been my beau since I was 16. We disagree often, fight rarely and have always shared a great respect for the other. He is a typical male and can frustrate the heck out of me. He likes to relax, I am a driven project doer. He loves high adventure and dreaming big. I like routine and keeping things simple. He is practical and calculated. I am flighty and always changing my mind. I complain about his driving, he complains about my complaining (even pulling over and offering me the wheel---more than once) We like going to movies, taking walks and eating dessert. We still have much to learn about marriage and much to learn about each other. But, 13 years and four kids later, our duo is going strong.

Is it over already?

I felt like we just got our halls decked and the presents wrapped and WHOOOSH, another Christmas gone. Another year that my kids are growing faster than my mind can process. Another year that I am grateful to live near family and another year that my testimony was strengthened by the music, the kind words and the focus on our Savior.




Jro is preparing for our upcoming scuba lessons. This man loves studying and anticipating his hobbies almost as much as actually experiencing them.

A few more pictures

Since I, and my camera, were away from the action, Grandma Marty said she would take pictures of the tree cutting for me.





Thanks Marty! Maybe it's good that I wasn't there to watch my children wield weaponry!

A Griswald Christmas

When I was dating Jason and his favorite Holiday Tradition was watching Christmas Vacation, I should have known that this day was coming. It started off simply enough. We loaded up the family and headed to Grandma and Grandpa's land to find our first fresh Christmas Tree. We started up the steep mountain, but soon realized it was just too cold and blustery for little Autumn. I entrusted Jro with the kids and the picking of the tree



Autumn and I sang songs, counted "10......4........2......10" , and learned the great art of drawing on a fogged up window. They were gone for over an hour! I was getting nervous because Jaxen had hurt his knee the day before and I wondered if he was stuck somewhere or lost.



Frozen, red faced and smiling they came barreling down the mountain. There she was.....our humble tree. I just watched in awe as it was loaded, tied down and tagged. The true magnitude of Jason's "Clarkian" choice was not realized until it was stood up and grazed our ceiling. (to his credit it was a perfect guess..... that is if you want to touch the ceiling with your Christmas Tree) To be honest, the only thought I had was "Holy Crap.....now what do we do with it?"





Now the Rozeski's, like the Griswalds, do nothing half way. So it was secured to the wall and watered. Then, in an act I could watch in amazement, Jason actually grafted in branches he had gathered into the bare places.



Voila! Oh, wait....now it wa time to decorate it!





We all lived, the tree still stands, we are set for the Holidays!