I thought I would post some early pics of Wendy and me. Many of you may find this kind of boring but there are a thousand stories attached to each of these photos. Hopefully I can share a few of them with my family and friends and our soon to come family photo album made from this blog.This is me after my back surgery in February 2003. I had two herniated disks and nub legs. After the surgery I was blown up like a whale from all the fluids that they fed me in the I-Vs and Wendy said I was delirious due to all of the morphine in my system. The reason this is special to me is that it was the first time that I really started to figure out Wendy and our life together. This Girl that I had dating Named Wendy cared enough to come see me at my worst and stick around and keep me company. See really cared for me. I said in my drug induced delirium that I loved her and that we should get married. Of course Wendy blew it of as mindless babble from the morphine but I knew what I was seeing and feeling and it was the girl I wanted to marry.
Early in our dating Wendy lived in charming little old home in Sugar House, directly north of Sugar House Park the in Salt Lake City area. I would often come directly from work at Plaza Cycle and we would spend all night talking, walking around the neighborhood dreaming of what house we would pick to live in or just cuddle late into the night on her old hand me down couch shown in the pic.
This has a long story attached to it but to keep things short I decided that I unwisely needed to date other people shortly before I agreed to marry Wendy. This is a pic of Wendy looking like her hot self in Park City waiting for the concert on the green to start put on by the orchestra. It took me a week to realize what a fool I was to let Wendy go. I begged for the opportunity to go out with her again. This is the first date after she agreed to see me again. I'm so grateful she said yes to our date!
Wendy ended up living with many great people during our dating. One of these people was her aunt Norma or other wise known as aunt Octavia (Norma’s self given name). One of our favorite things to do at her home was to watch the travel channel and plan out fun trips or thing to go see. One of the programs we enjoyed rated different ice cream joints around the country. This is a pic of us at one of the listed, an Indian ice cream shop in San Francisco. We had rosemary and cinnamon ice cream. What a sweet memory!
Wendy and I visited her Mom and Dad in San Jose several times before we married and many times after. This is a pic from a little wood working shop off of the coast near Monterey. If I remember correctly we were in a town, which claimed to be the artichoke capital of the world, when we stopped to eat a late lunch with her parents. What a beautiful Women, family, and country.
