James was a champ during that whole summer, steady and sure, willing to calm my constant (and totally redundant-- and fairly flimsy) concerns. This may or may not have established a pattern for our marriage.
I was in California for the summer (alone, by the way, Annie was still up at school--I had too much time alone to think [read: obsess], which didn't help matters any) , and I had come to Rexburg to go on a church history tour of Nauvoo with my pal Candice. This photo was taken the morning I left. I remember it was a really lovely day, and the shirt I was wearing belonged to James, until he gave it to me and I cut the neck off. It was a favorite. Oh, and those pants are Annie's (I really loved them, I borrowed them all the time). The flip flops are mine.