Was the Summer of 67

It was the last Sunday of June 1967 when they first met...or rather he set eyes on her.
Dad was sitting with his Aunt and Uncle's family in Sacrament Meeting when she walked in...but walked in is not how he described it, Dad said "with each step, her dress flowed as if she were walking on a cloud; her radiant smile was framed by her beautiful blond hair." Dad was smitten--never to look toward another. He said that time had long since erased the life's lessons that were taught during the services that day, yet time could not erase the memories of their first moments together (I can hear birds twittering and bunnies sighing in the background, as a lovesick scene of Bambi runs through my head).

It just so happened that Dad's aunt and uncle were best friends with her parents, they were formerly introduced; her name was Connie. They visited for a few minutes, she got into her car with her family, then as the story has been told, Connie immediately informed her mother she was going to marry Phil. Connie kept the announcement a secret from him until they were engaged six weeks into their courtship.

41 years ago today (January 12, 1968) my Father made the best decision of his life in marrying Connie Koldewyn in the Salt Lake Temple.

They had five children...Amy Kay, Becky, Jonathan Philip, Jeremy K , and Thomas Sidney; all of which later married and started families of their own except for Tom, who passed away November of 1996 from complications of Leukemia.

Mom and Dad built their marriage on the foundation of the gospel of Jesus Christ with Love and Respect for one another and tried to instill in us their children the same qualities they knew to be true. Many a time Dad has told me, and still does; "treat your beautiful wife like the Queen she is, and she will treat you like the King you can become".

After all these years they have only left me with one question: Where does my middle name come from? Is it for Mom's maiden name Koldewyn? Or am I named after Dad's cousin "K", the person he went to listen to speak in church that last Sunday in June 1967. Maybe I'll never know. Dad said that time had erased the lessons taught in Church that Sunday, personally I don't think he was paying attention to the speakers.

Happy Anniversary Mom and Dad! The first 4 songs on todays playlist are for you, have a dance on me.
We love you! - Jeremy K