May 28

May 28th is always a bad day. So many horrible haunting memories for all of us in my family. It's been 7 years. It's so crazy to think about. I read through my journal today about when he died, and looked through the pictures I have of him. I remember he always used to say, "Do you know that I love you? Do you know that I'm proud of you?" Sometimes I wonder if he would still be proud at the person I've become. Anyway enough of that. Here are some of my favorite pictures of him.

My very favorite of him in his computer room.

Us as a family down in St. George.

At a Daddy Daughter activity at the church. He looked so natural on the motorcycle. He used to race motorcycles before I was born.On Christmas day at Gayla and Brandon's old house. Look how young we all are.
The whole family, I think this is the last family picture we have with all of us.
Martin was a sweetheart this morning. He left for a little while and came back with these flowers. Tulips are my favoite. He got seven purple tulips for the seven years since Dad died and three white tulips for the three years we've been married.
I took Abbi over to Seth's today before we went to lunch and snapped these two pictures and thought they were really cool. She's in the back seat sticking her head out of the open drivers side window. I have my elbow there to keep her from jumping out.