Sixty Years Ago Today...

My parents, Wally & Nora married sixty years ago in Salt Lake City.
Their wedding reception was a week later in Taos, New Mexico at Visarriga's Dance Hall & Skating Rink in El Prado. Mom's brother, Tito and his new wife, Carmen also celebrated their marriage that night. My mom's sister, Lorraine (to the right of my dad) was a bridesmaid. (She borrowed my mom's wedding gown for her own wedding a few years later. I wore the same gown for my wedding in 1978. My uncle Ralph bought the gown for my mom.)

When my dad passed away in 2006, they had been married 57 years. I am sure they are celebrating today and loving being together again.

Oh, They Say When You Marry in June...

June 5, 2009. Maria & Shay emerge from the St. George Temple. They had been husband wife for about 30 minutes and were greeted by a loving crowd of family and friends. Thank-you all for your love and support in getting them off to a great beginning of their life together.

Maria with her wedding planner sister, Melissa. Thank-you Melissa, you did a beautiful job with Maria's bridal shower (in May), and the flowers and decorations were stunning.

Maria & Shay with their proud parents.

Rich, myself (my name is Carolyn), Maria & Shay. Welcome to our family, Shay.

Maria & Shay cutting the cake. Thanks to my sister for decorating it.

My wonderful kitchen helpers: Liz, Taylor, Ceanna, Alane, my sister, Susan, myself, and Gerri. Thank-you ladies!

Kevin capturing the cake cutting, garter & bouquet toss.

So, Now What Should I Do At 9:20p.m.?

Before my mom passed away May 12th of this year, I enjoyed calling her up on the phone, usually at night, usually at 9:20 p.m. I'd be doing whatever, then the realization would hit me, "I haven't talked to mom yet today!" It was always that time of night. So I'd call. I wasn't perfect at contacting her every day, but did the best I could.

I started missing her even before she was gone. I missed her when I sat right next to her holding her hand while she was in the ICU at Lovelace Hospital in Albuquerque and all she could do was look at me and my siblings, who were also there.

What was really strange was walking through my front door after returning from her funeral in New Mexico and wanting to call to tell her we'd gotten home safely, as I'd usually do after returning from a trip. Luckily, my sister Susan called and it filled that void.

So to you who are reading this post, if your mom still alive, call her.