Well, I finally recovered our Utah vacation pictures off my camera, which now seems rather to eat pictures than give them up. I’ll have to get a new card with all my spare money. Anyway, one of them is this one of the Manti Utah Temple, where Jessica and I were married 14 years, 4 months, 19 days, 23 hours and 56 minutes ago (I think our wedding occurred at 11:00 am). We go back here every year, since Jessica’s parents live nearby.

Maybe some people think the happiest day of your life should be the day you get married. Well, that was a great day for us, but happiness comes to us on ordinary days. Yesterday Jess left me a phone message at work telling me how much she appreciated me going in to work every day so she and the kids could stay home (and can salsa and nectarines, which she did). This morning I was thinking of something as I put (homemade) maple and blackberry syrup on my (homemade) pancakes and she spoke up with the very thing I was thinking of. We both laughed.

The sun came up brilliantly this morning, illuminating the trees down our mountain and in the valley that are just starting to turn color for fall. Jess helped me make the bed and then went down to take care of the poultry, as I got ready for the day. When I left for work, Sarah came running up for a hug, and Jess grabbed me in the laundry room and hugged and kissed me (and told me she liked the smell of my aftershave). It’s just an ordinary day, and we’re just ordinary folks. But we have a happy life.