What Does 25 Years Get Me?

Well.

It got me a ride on the back of Doug's motorcycle

down one canyon and up another.

(my pictures are on the camera I brought the wrong cord for, so I can't upload yet)

And then a hike

walking and talking about our life

and our children

and ourselves.

And dinner at the roof-top restaurant here at the Cliff Lodge.

This really does count for something.

The early years we had dinner at,

well,

I guess at home.

Who could afford dinner out?

But 25 years bought me a fancy-schmancy dinner

with a fancy-schmancy cheese plate

(I passed on the moldy stuff)

And my meal of 

salmon on a bed of caramelized onion mashed potatoes

topped with other things, including what looked like

baby clover???

I don't think it really was.

But it did look like things that grow in our yard that I'm trying to get rid of...

And Doug had sashimi ahi

(which is just a fancy name for tuna fish)

on a bed of roasted purple potatoes.

He had the clover on top of his, too.

25 years of

working hard

and figuring it out

and making mistakes

and trying to do and be better

and having fun

and going on adventures

and helping each other through the rough spots

and growing

and laughing.

Del Rey and Shirl.

Forever.