“He is my roots,” she said.
He, a grounding presence for her, and she, the one who delights him.

On a vibrant night where the sun spoke in all her shades, a bohemian gypsy spirit and a quirky, quiet soul tied themselves together on the mountainside.

And God must have known how much she loves those colors, for that light was some of the most vivid I’ve ever seen.

In memory of Dottie the dog; one hell of a good looking flower girl who was much and sweetly loved by her parents.

With love,
Lauren