My cousin Allyson is someone I've always admired immensely. Lots of summers growing up my parents would load us into our big brown VW van and we'd drive from Virginia all the way to Utah to see our family out west. Even though Allyson was older than me (which is a big difference when you are a very short, dorky 13 who is a little too into Anne of Green Gables and the other is a beautiful tall nordic-blonde 16) she'd without fail look out for me and include me in her activities, taking me horse-back riding or showing me the amazing doll houses that she built from scratch. By the time I was a junior in college she was married and had her first boy. They lived not too far from my apartment, and I loved walking down there and hanging out with them and playing with the baby. She still continues to be a role-model for me even though I rarely see her, these days. She has five small children and her husband is almost done with his English PhD, and I imagine that their home now is a haven of all things good and wholesome and interesting, just like it was when they had just the one sweet baby. The top two pictures are ones Allyson sent me of art her children did, in frames made by her husband Bryan. Stunning! And the bottom picture is a frame, also built by Bryan, given to Steve and I for our wedding. It's one of my favorite things.