A Time to Remember

Tommorow, on October 12th, it will have been five years since my first date with Jeff. It's amazing to think of how much time has flown by and how much we've grown. I don't think that I would have ever imagined marrying him on our first date. I thought he was rude because he wasn't answering my questions. Come to find out, I was sitting on the right side of him, the side his deaf ear is on. On our second date he finally told me that he couldn't hear out of his right ear and I felt so stupid for thinking that he was rude.

It was really our second date that made all of the difference. He volunteered to go to an organ recital with me for one of my classes. I was thinking that he must be pretty cool if he would go to an organ recital. After the concert he took me over to Frontier Pies and we met up with Anthony and some girl he had asked out on a date (this was his pre-Alisha time) and we had pie and hot chocolate. Then we went out to the Mesh Maze at the Tietjen's. The thing I noticed most about him was how polite and sensitive to my needs he was. And now, five years later, he is still the same way. I couldn't imagine being with anyone else. He is always so kind and willing to help out. The best part of all is how understanding he is. That is my favorite thing about him. Here are some pictures of us when we were dating. The first one was in the 2003 back to school issue of The Scroll, my one claim to fame at BYU-I.

On October 14th, it will have been three years since my Grandma Carson passed away. I know it is an unusual anniversary to acknowledge. My Grandma was so special to me. When I was young my mother had to work a lot and my Grandma and Grandpa Carson watched me while she was gone. My Grandma was really like a mother to me. After she and Grandpa moved to California I would always write her letters and call her just to talk. My favorite times were when they would come to Idaho to visit. In December 2003 Grandma and Grandpa finally moved back to Idaho. I was always over at their house visiting because it felt like home to me. Whenever Jeff and I would go over to visit as we walked in the door she would exclaim, "Sara Jane! You're here!" Then she'd ask us if we wanted anything to eat or drink. She was always trying to make people feel welcome in her home. She passed away suddenly 10 months after moving back. I have always been so grateful for the time with her and that she was able to be here for my wedding.A few weeks after she passed away I found out I was pregnant. Since my grandma and grandpa meant so much to me we decided that if we had a boy we'd name him Carson. My Grandpa Carson passed away 18 months later from complications of stomach cancer. He lived to see Carson born and loved him so much. Here is a picture of my Grandma.

This is a picture of my Grandpa Carson holding Carson as a newborn. He loved the fact that we named our son after him.