This is my favorite picture of my Dad, and coincidentally he was the same age I am when it was taken. Not sure why (it's my favorite). Could it be because it was taken on his honeymoon including a place I've long longed to visit... or taken on his honeymoon with a new wife who became an important part of our family... or taken on his honeymoon which he flat "earned". Meaning he worked hard, saved wisely, was well versed in the intricacies of the gospel, geography and generosity, all of which culminated in such a journey.
Neil Y. Fugal, born 100 years ago: February 14, 1913. Lois invited me to celebrate Mom's 100th last summer by going to the temple, and so today we're off to the temple again, then dinner at:
Celebrated a little yesterday as well. One of the kitchen managers brought heart-shaped sugar cookies and the boss brought all of us a treat from, none other than:
Ummm, my favorite: Mexican Wedding Cookies
One year a co-worker brought a bunch of videos to the office for me to pick/watch on Valentine's Day, which was very nice of her and I did take her up on the offer. Not that I need to treat this day differently in order to survive it. I do plan to do the same tonight: "Dear Frankie." Kinda weird, I'm sure, as Valentine's fare, but I'm on an occasional Gerard Butler kick (after seeing Phantom). Now the last one of his I saw was "One Last Kiss" which one might also think fits the occasion but soooo not! (And no, Janeil, my only reader, I can only recommend Phantom of the three, to you.)
I blame Grant moving to Houston for this blogging business, his suggestion, and now I'm basically the only one in our family who posts with any regularity. But as I said in my last post, it's now my only journaling. So it's okay. Whatever. And it will be awhile before Janeil can even comment. She and Eldon are off on their own earned adventure: Guatemala/Veracruz/Mexico City, "Nephi to Cumorah" [II as per FARMS/FAIR people]. No doubt even more exciting than Daddy's. A donkey ride or Mayan ruins: I'd take the latter. Or both!