I married Anne’s brother Brian when Annie was a teeny bopper . I always admired her sassy outfits, adoring personality, and loving relationship she had with her parents. She was the only Hall sibling I ever saw frequently giving her dad hugs or just sitting on his lap. She also had a way with shopping with her mother that made me chuckle. Well, I watched this young teenager fall in love and I heard the endless Taylor romance stories via Rozanne and still remember meeting Taylor as a 16 year old with a crush on Annie. He came by to visit her one night when we were in town and they went on a walk down to the new Albertson’s just built on North Phoenix. I thought he was a cutie with highlights. Annie grew up and became the lovely Anne Hall, college Freshman at Heritage (or Fresh-Hotty as I liked to call her) and she had the wonderful blessing of being roommates with dear friends from her hometown throughout her college days. I was envious of their relationship with one another, wishing I too had that close of bond with friends from church/highschool.
Twice yearly I was fortunate enough to witness their close bond as they would spend conference weekend at our little condo in downtown Salt Lake City. They would camp out in my little den, spend the night, watch conference, scrapbook, and go out for a yummy dinner where I would tag along. I loved this semi-annual tradition and felt like the big sister to these ladies. Well now they are all adults, graduates, wives, and mothers/future mothers. They are also some of my favorite blog visitors. I am so glad that they remain best of friends and that this technological world we live in allows us to scatter across the world but chat about sprinkler woes, giant crickets, old houses, music, Tom Cruise and some really great rainy days.