sunday morning breakfast

One of my favorite things to make for breakfast is yogurt, granola, berry parfaits. I thought this one was worthy of a picture. :-)

Big Elk Meadows

Here's some pics from our hike yesterday to Big Elk Meadows. We got up at 6:20am and were out the door by 7am and at the mountains hiking by 8:30am! We wanted an early start so as to beat the heat of the day by the time we were done hiking. When we were finished we ate our picnic lunch of Spanish bocadillos...baguette with manchego cheese and proshuito ham (the closest thing to jamon serrano). It was yummy! Then we ended the day with gelato!

Happy 38th Anniversary, Mom and Dad!!!
We LOVE you!

child of the King

Today 22 years ago Jesus grabbed hold of my child heart and became my king, changing my life for eternity. He is good, he is faithful. He never fails me. He is forgiving, my redeemer, lover of my soul. Thank you Jesus for your precious sacrifice to save a sinner like me. I will never understand.

As for me, I will always have hope;
I will praise you more and more.
My mouth will tell of your righteousness,
of your salvation all day long,
though I know not its measure.
I will come and proclaim your mighty acts, O Sovereign LORD;
I will proclaim your righteousness, yours alone.
Since my youth, O God, you have taught me,
and to this day I declare your marvelous deeds.
Even when I am old and gray, do not forsake me, O God,
till I declare your power to the next generation,
your might to all who are to come.
Your righteousness reaches to the skies, O God,
you who have done great things.
Who, O God, is like you?
Though you have made me see troubles, many and bitter,
you will restore my life again,
from the depths of the earth
you will again bring me up
You will increase my honor
and comfort me once again.
I will praise you with the harp
for your faithfulness, O my God;
I will sing praise you with the lyre,
O Holy One of Israel.
My lips will shout for joy
when I sing praise to you-
I, whom you have redeemed.
~ from Psalm 71

our precious niece

sweet baby girl...
















auntie naomi and uncle jason miss you and love you so much!

Xavier and Iuno

Oh! Hello there! Or should I say, good bye? for this is the last you shall see of me. This account begins at the end and truly ends as it begins. Now, to avoid cracking the stiff joints of social norms, I must introduce my self: I am, indeed (other than a sock), Count (Or Dux) Secretious the Bemoaner. I am the Vox Dei through out this entire pictoral account of one of mans most humiliating and nonsensical events: The Wedding. Now now you sentimental bafoons! Calm your fragile nerves at once! I am The Bemoaner it is entirely my prerogative to take such a sullen view of the ordeal. My Master, Earl Xavier of Terrageurra, has decided to wage a bloody war against Iuno, the fair haired siren who beckons all men unto her stony breasts. His greatest weapon is that of sheer dissapointment: the art of irregular and accurate photography. For those whose eyes and minds are fed on the fodder of the rote of modern Wedding photography, this will indeed prove you are her allies and our fiend! No really, I shall allow you now to continue. It is true, however, that these photos, however uninforming (to you) they are, show the affinity the Master has for those he loves; and those who love him and know eachother will no doubt benefit from the format and style of such perspectives. Go in peace...















Chagrined