Ted and I joined all of Jeff and La’s family in Montana for days of fun together. This was the first time we’ve met our newest great-grandchild, William, who is (gasp!) eight months old!!! (It’s been a challenging year for Ted and me to travel.) Here we are with William and his big brother, Ollie, who is already 5 years old.

We took pictures of Gigi (Great Grandma) and Grandpa Ted with the newest family member, . . .

. . . and pictures of Grandpa and Grandma with William. It’s easy for Ted and me to be excited about great-grandchildren, but it’s hard to believe we have children who are old enough to be grandparents!

Jeff and La planned wonderful activities for our visit. One day, we spent the afternoon on Flathead Lake.

Kyra looks excited about being in the water.

In fact, it looked like so much fun, Ollie jumped in after her.

Jeff rented a tube to pull behind the boat. Inflating it was a bit of a challenge, but it provided hours of fun.

Ollie wanted to ride solo on the tube. He’s done this before and kept signaling “faster, faster.” Of course, whoever was piloting the boat kept the ride more gentle than for the grown-ups. but Ollie’s ride ended in the water, just like everyone else’s.

Jeff also rented a wakeboard. Here’s Zack taking a turn on it.

There were games and toys to play with at the house. Here’s a game of Smashball. Ollie was the ball boy. When a ball went out of bounds, he ran in with a new ball so the game could continue while he retrieved the out-of-bounds ball. With the help of his stuffed dog, Chase (lower left corner), he kept an eye on the game and always had a ball ready for play.

William was more interested in playing with something less physically active.

Naturally, Jeff, Alex, and Zack played some board games.

In this round of sheephead, all the players passed. Zack is holding up the blinds, which pretty much explain why everyone passed. If only we’d known what was in the blinds!

Ted and I bought a rocket toy for Ollie, and he loved it. Grandpa taught him how to stuff the parachute into the rocket nose. Then Ollie sets the rocket on the launch pad and runs out of the way before the rocket launches!

Here’s why Ollie had to look so far upward. That rocket really flew!

One time, the rocket landed in a tree, requiring Grandma’s tree-climbing skills to bring it down and return it to Ollie.

Another favorite of Ollie’s was the scooter Jeff and La bought for him.

Jeff wanted to try the scooter. I think Grandpa needs a bigger scooter. It should be at least be big enough for his feet to fit on the platform! (Christmas idea for Jeff?)

There was plenty of food for everyone, and it was all delicious. Each of the kids took turns preparing a meal and the rest of us offered helping hands for anything needed. This evening, it was kabobs.

William seemed to be too hungry to wait for the corn to be husked and grilled. (He ate some grilled corn later.)

It was nice enough to eat outside while we enjoyed the views of the forest and the lake.

One day, we had lunch at one of Jeff’s favorite places–Rosa’s–to satisfy our pizza cravings.

Zack showed off a magic trick. (The secret is how you place the can in your hand.)

Yes, we always had plenty of food!

One morning, Jeff took family pictures with every combination of the ten of us that we could imagine. Some of them were portrait-like; others were goofy.

This is Jeff and La’s beautiful family group.

Here are Ted and I with our “Montana family” grandchildren and great-grandchildren.

This photo includes the entire happy group. During our visit, we celebrated Zack’s and Kyra’s birthdays and, when we left, we gave Kyra extra hugs. She is leaving in August to spend a year abroad in New Zealand. We can’t wait to hear about her adventures there, and we’re looking forward to our next get-together with the family.

Today is the anniversary of the best day of my life–the day I met Ted.

During the summer of 1968, Ted was living with some Other Guys who knew the Guys, who knew some of my Housemates, who knew Me. Two of the Guys invited my Housemates and Me to go for a swim in Lake Monona. We did, and afterward, the Guys invited my Housemates and Me to join them to “share fire.” The Guys and the Other Guys were going to grill something for dinner, and said we were welcome to join them if we brought our own food to grill. That wasn’t cheap on their part; it was college, and none of us had much money.

My Housemates and I said “yes,” changed out of our swimsuits, gathered up our own burgers and some other food, and headed for the Guys’ house, a block away. When we entered, the Guys and the Other Guys were watching a Packer game on TV (as most Wisconsinites do on football season Sunday afternoons), and the first person who caught my eye was Ted, one of the Other Guys. My first thought was that he was the kind of person I’d like to date, but his type never seemed interested in my type, so I dropped the thought.

The following night, Ted and two of the Guys came over to visit with my Housemates and Me. (This wasn’t unusual. We often dropped in on each other for study breaks.) I was busy knitting a sweater and didn’t pay much attention, but afterward, one of my Housemates said, “Ted is going to ask you out.” “What makes you think that?” I asked. “Well,” she said, “he spent the entire time staring at you.” Sure enough, he called later and asked me for a date. (I apparently passed the earlier inspection!) At first I said “no” but, unlike most guys, he didn’t hang up–he kept talking. While we talked, I changed my mind and said “yes.” We had two dates before he left on a three-week road trip with the Other Guys, his roommates.

After Ted and the Other Guys returned from their road trip, Ted and I dated exclusively. About a month later, while we were studying together one evening, I noticed that he was filling out a student loan application. He was attending college on the GI Bill, so I asked why he needed a student loan. His answer: “Well, I figured out that if I get a student loan, I can afford to buy you an engagement ring.” (The first proposal?)

On one of our first dates, we discovered that our parents lived less than 25 miles apart. In fact, when we introduced our parents to each other, it was a surprise to find out that our dads already knew each other! But, going back to the dating phase, . . . We were planning to go “home” together for a weekend, so he accompanied me to the basement of the Orchard Street house where I lived with the Orchard Street Gang, presumably so that he could carry my suitcase upstairs for me to pack it. When we got to the basement, however, he asked me if I’d like to go shopping for a diamond ring the next day. (The second proposal?) I said yes, I would like to do that, so we brought my suitcase upstairs, then shopped and selected my engagement ring and our wedding rings the following day. We agreed that everyone would expect us to get engaged at Christmas, so we decided he’d give me the engagement ring on New Year’s Eve to fool them.

The last day of classes before the Christmas break was Ted’s birthday. To celebrate, he invited me to dinner at his apartment. I knew it was also the last day he could pick up our rings from the jeweler, because we were going home for the holidays. As we were driving to his apartment for dinner, I checked his glove box. It was locked. Who locks their glove box???!!! I was pretty sure the rings were in there, but Ted wouldn’t admit it. However, his barely suppressed grin gave him away.

I was impressed at his apartment. He had cleaned (four men lived there, so that was a new look) and had grilled steaks and baked potatoes for dinner. When we finished eating, he got up from the table, positioned himself on one knee in front of me, held out my engagement ring, and asked, “Will you marry me?” (Definitely a proposal!) There was only one possible answer I could give. I said “yes”–the heck with waiting until New Year’s Eve! Now, 58 years after the day we met, “yes” is still the only answer for me.

One of my housemates took this photo of Ted and me when he took me to Homecoming, a few days after we’d selected our engagement and wedding rings. Even though no one knew for two more months that we were engaged, we’ve always called this our engagement photo.

President Trump asked World Cup soccer officials to review the red card suspension charged against Folarin Balogun, the U.S. team’s star striker. The organization reversed its decision and allowed Balogun to play against Belgium. Belgium won the match, 4-1, and celebrated by playing the Village People’s “YMCA” in their locker room while doing the President’s familiar dance moves to the song.

Pope Leo is a fan of the Blues Brothers. In fact, one day, he attended an event wearing sunglasses and a fedora–and his clerical collar. You decide: Could he pass for one of the Blues Brothers?

Ted likes to buy me a single rose now and then. The first time he did that, we’d only been married for a few weeks. I asked him what the occasion was. His answer: “It’s Tuesday.” It’s always nice to see a rose from him when I’m not expecting it, and this recent one was no exception. Even the card that said “I love you” was typical and both lifted my spirits and made me smile, as always.

I kept the card on my desk for awhile to savor the happy memory. Today, I decided to go through the pile of papers on my desk because it’s getting pretty high and I don’t remember most of of what’s in it. I found the card from the rose and laughed out loud when I turned it over.

I’m pretty sure Jarod, the technician who left this card for us, does not love me. I guess Ted didn’t get a card from the florist, so he just grabbed this one from where Jarod laid it on the countertop. It doesn’t matter–he loves me and I love him too. ♥