digging up dirt

This weekend we took the opportunity to do some "Spring cleaning" (with our two season climate here, it may be Spring, I stopped paying attention...all I know is that it doesn't snow). We threw out a lot of junk as we were sorting, but we also found some great treasures. We found cards that we gave to each other when we were first dating, my old journals which recounted the time we have spent together, small gifts that we exchanged, and photos of each other. I think the photos were the most disturbing. Morgan was overly skinny and looked like a child and I was a bit chubby as I was trying to get my metabolism under control from my bout of anorexia when I was a teenager. Luckily over the years we have filled out and evened out. Fortunately, for all of you, we burned them so you wouldn't have to witness the horror...we were only thinking of you...the viewers (just kidding, we didn't burn them, but they are safe from the public). So what I will leave you with is a picture I came across of me at my first drafting table in Colorado. I was about three or four. I guess it was early on that I wanted to be an architect, or a superstar...nice shades, huh?