We made it new and different. We couldn't pretend our day would be the same, simply without the recipient of our honor. We ran away with my parents: Rocky Mountain National Park, here we come.
We explored the mountains, Estes Park, and the YMCA of the Rockies. Strolling past the craft center at the Y, I took one look at this splash of color, and I knew what our day needed.
We took them home with a paper slip of instructions:
1. Hand wash with cold water until the water runs clear.
2. Remove rubberbands.
3. Hand wash with warm water until the water runs clear.
4. Wash by itself in the washer.
5. Hang dry.
Whew. Might as well hand me a washboard and some rocks.
This was one serious process. Let's take a moment to be thankful for my washer and dryer. And for the fact that I was not born 200 years ago. A pioneer woman I am not.
I kind of love how each of our designs reflects our personality: Tuck is subtle, mine is simple and classic, and Tyler's is - BAM - a bold orange X. I love these new expressions of us.
Bright. Vibrant. Colorful. Strong.
The perfect souvenir for our very first Father's Day without the man we love.