Laura was born and raised in a small town in the middle of the Heartland. She and I met at the county fair while I was visiting my grandparents for the summer, oh so many years ago. High school sweethearts as it were. We were married in June of 2000. Where has the time gone? Seems like yesterday in that non air-conditioned church on a 90 degree day, standing there in my monkey suit sweating to death. How can anyone forget that? Don’t worry, Laura makes sure to remind me every year.
Laura is a stay at home mom with a photography business that she claims keeps her sane. Something about getting out of the house and away from all the chaos, I don’t know. She says that she has two children at home to take care of and needs some time with adults, but it is only Mason and I, so…um… Anyhow, many, but not all, of the photos on this site have been taken by her. The good ones are hers, the out of focus and poorly lit ones are mine.
Of the many things that she does, there is one that sticks out in my mind as the most important. She is always ready to dial 911 if the need should arise. She knows whenever I ask her for help doing something, it usually means stay out of the way and be ready with the cell phone if something heavy should fall on top of me, or I fall off of something very tall…like the house. I am the type of person that does all my own repair work. However, for the first few years of our marriage, I got the very distinct impression that this caused Laura some heartburn. I tried to explain that a few small fires were normal when learning something new, but I don’t think she really bought into that.
Don’t be fooled, she is capable of creating just as much chaos in our household as Mason. Since I do not particularly enjoy sleeping in my easy chair, I will not disclose any more details here. Sometimes I find it’s just better to step away from the shovel you are using to dig yourself into a hole with.
