Bliss

On the trip back to Utah from Washington after we were engaged, we couldn't help pull off the interstate and take a picture with this sign.

(The camera was on the hood of our car, hence the "tipping" effect.)

We really were in "bliss".

We've passed that sign many times, and always remember that time in our lives. Sometimes, with a van load of hungry kids who feel like they've been in straight jackets for over 7 hours, the feeling isn't quite the same.

However, living with James is bliss. He makes us all very happy. And I don't mind when he brings me home reminders.


(See love, I told you I blog about you all the time.)