I remember clearly the day we were married. We had arrived at the cabins in the mountains near Pueblo, Colorado. We were getting ready to head into Pueblo to pick up our marriage license when we decided to pick out the site of the wedding. When you first chose this as 'the wedding' site you wanted the tiny little church that sat next to the Lodge. But once we got there, you decided that you wanted it to take place outside. So we walked down to the edge of the lake and looked. We took in the view across the lake. And very quickly chose the spot.
We drove the car around to that side of the lake and walked down a rickety, wooden stairway, which took us to a barely visible path winding to the lake. About half-way, we walked towards THE tree,( a medium sized Blue Spruce) knee deep in mountain grasses and wildflowers. We had found our spot. We stood there and enjoyed the beautiful view of the lake and the cabins up beyond. On our way to Pueblo you called the minister to let him know where to meet us.
That spot will always be known to us as 'THE WEDDING TREE'. Do you remember each time we returned over the years? We always remarked on how much the wedding tree had grown. This is also the place you chose to have your ashes scattered. It will be hard to leave you there. So far away from me. But that day will come and I'll take you home....
All my love forever,