When we first arrived in Park City, beautiful blond teenage daughter in tow, I'm sure the boys were impressed. She went on a few dates, but I don't think very many second dates, and while I'm sure they were nice boys, they are unimportant to this story, so we'll move on ...
That summer, we took a fun tubing trip down the chilly yet scenic Provo River. More entertaining than the green mountains towering on either side of us was the shameless flirting being done by none other than the previously mentioned teenage daughter. She even pulled out such classic moves as my-tube-tipped-over-and-now-I-need-to-be-saved. It was humorous to us adults, but effective at winning the attention of her target - Buck Bailey - also affectionately known in our house as Buckaroo, the Buckster, or Buuuuuu-ck.
Lucky for us, Buck was a great boy. He was a little shy, busy with other things in his life (leaving not too much time for girls), an awesome ski jumper, always kind to the little brothers, and had parents we adore who were (and still are) great examples to me of how to effectively parent boys with lots of energy without crushing their sweet spirits.
The whole Buck and Sara thing only lasted a few months, but we still liked that boy, and after a standard post break up period of awkwardness, they managed to stay friends. A few ward boundary changes later, we were even lucky enough to end up in a ward with his family. We always knew he was a great kid and would be a great missionary and now we have an awesome news story to prove it: