January 6, 1978

It was cold and the snow was coming down sideways.  My sister Cindy and I had a quick dinner at the Fawnbrook Inn and headed up to the Allenspark Post Office parking lot, across from the church to wait for the rest of our group to arrive.  As we waited, watching the snow pile up, I wondered aloud if anyone was going to make it up the mountain that night.  It didn't look promising.  Then headlights broke through the dark and Dave drove up in his big blue truck. The next car to break through the drifts was Dave's brother Paul.  If no one else showed up we would be okay, the bride, the groom, the minister and a witness had made it.  


Thirty three years, four daughters, one son in law and a grandson on the way later, that couple is still hanging in there, traveling through the ups and downs of life together.

Happy Anniversary Dave, I love you!