Since no one will be looking at blogs on Christmas Eve or Christmas Day, I decided to post Wayne's birthday today, one day early.
He is my main man, and has been since February, 1980.
One of the first activities we ever attended was a Young Adult outing to Greg P.'s cabin in the mountains of Kamas, Utah. It was January, 1980, and the snow was very deep. Our whole BYU Family Home Evening group had to snowshoe in to the cabin from the highway, carrying all our food and supplies.
It was a two-story cabin with lots of bedrooms, and of course the girls were in some and the boys were in some, so there was no hanky-panky.
The next morning Wayne and I and Jim W. snowshoed all around through the woods, but that is another story for another time. (But, that adventure was important to our future, since Wayne gained the mistaken notion that I was the outdoorsy type, and fell for me.)
Late in the afternoon on Saturday, we all snowshoed back out to the road.
The guys saw how deep the snowbanks were, and dared each other to dive headfirst.
So I took these three photos:
Observe how much higher Wayne jumped and how much deeper his whole body and head is stuck into the snow.
The guys really griped at me afterwards because I was yelling at them not to get up out of the snow until I took that third picture. So they had to wait for me.