Friday, March 26, 2010

because when i say "bunker's cabin", i want you to know what i'm talking about

summer, '09:

It's where John proposed to me. One of the tattered old log books still holds proof of that Labor Day weekend, 1995.

It's where I asked him, "If a bear came and attacked me, what would you do?" and he answered, "Run like hell!" Which at first I misunderstood entirely to mean he would run away, but after a thorough explanation from him, I learned that he meant that he would sacrifice his life for mine.

It's where we took my mom once when she came to visit Colorado. Before she got cancer. We cross country skied for several miles up Burnt Creek.

It's where I spent Thanksgiving, 1998, with friends I don't see much any more, but still hold close in my heart, because they are friends who have known my husband longer than I have.

It's where I baked a pumpkin pie from scratch when I was six months pregnant with my firstborn for previously mentioned Thanksgiving dinner.

It's where we passed the Summer Solstice of 2009, after I had just finished a year's worth of cancer hell. (pics above)

It's where the latest log book now holds entries from my sons.

It's where, during Spring Break of 2010, we froze our butts off at night, skied while the world was advesperating, and tried to forget (for a little while) about all the life changes coming our way very, very soon. (pics below)

spring break, '10:

It's where, next summer, we will return with fishing gear, and the boys will catch some trout while I rest on a log beside Cliff Lake and do nothing but watch and listen to them.


Deanna said...

Tears are forming in my eyes. Beautiful.

Anonymous said...

Deanna, you are not the only one, Sue you move me. Your qualities are such a positive inspiration in my life. Love you honey! SHB

Anonymous said...

Along with the wonderful times the trip would have fostered - I noticed the Goober Grape -- with a name like smuckers, it has to be good. :-)

Good times from Smuckers - Nopp here.

suesun said...

Hey Scott!
Smuckers! Holy shit, I can see and smell the strawberries now, coming down the conveyer belt!

Eva Syrovy said...

looks absoluely wonderful.

Gwen said...

Love the blog--huge smile
Love the HATS!!!! many warm fuzzies seeing you guys wearing them.
Love, Gwen
PS...please tell Grant that I did NOT forget his birthday (a month ago today) or his new hat....