I was lucky to watch Ashlyn grow up from her first day. Two memories stand out. First, our families got together often and as the oldest child she would create games for all the children. Perhaps better to say that she organized an army of destruction, hours of non-stop laughter from the basement always ended in something or someone broken. At best we could always expect a big mess to clean up. Along those lines is my second favorite memory. While camping in Yellowstone she started a pinecone war, children against me. It ended with me retreating, tripping, suffering a fury of pinecone assaults, me yelling “Time out!”, and her yelling, “There is no timeout in war!” Followed by more pinecones hurled at me. I will always remember her laughter at my expense.