The first time I met Laura she had a 40 pound piece of granite in her hand. She was wearing a kilt and the determined look that comes with a curler concentrating on a hard shot. That was 6 years ago, and during that time I’ve had the opportunity to watch her grow into the beautiful person she is today.
For the past few winters Laura and my daughter have curled together. Megan considers her to be somewhat of a surrogate sister, someone to look up to, and I tend to think of her as an adopted daughter. Our overnight trips with Laura and her family to bonspiels was something that we always looked forward to. Her confidence and strength, something I admired. This past year she got a job and decided not to curl, and it just wasn’t the same without her.
I couldn’t pass up the chance to see her all dressed up for her final prom, so I texted her to see if I could take her pictures. I was tickled pink when the answer was “Ok”.
After this summer I don’t know when our paths may cross again, so Laura, good luck in all your future endeavours. I know you will be successful in whatever you do because you never settle for less than one hundred percent.
Here’s one last photo I’d like to share. Laura, in total control of the house….