January 12th. The Best Day
Last Friday was an awesome day. It was destined to be great. Every January 12th is. It all started in 2005 when I entered the MTC on that day. Or maybe it was years before that, far away, when my best friend was born, and I just didn’t know it yet. Or, perhaps it was in 2007, when I married the best man I have ever known. Anyway you look at it, though, it is a great day.After scheming with Adrienne’s husband, we were able to leave the kids and go spend the morning with just us. And Kip, of course. We started out getting pedicures. It was her first time ever getting one, and maybe my third? They have massage chairs, and it was just heaven! I went for sparkly red. My toes now look like the Ruby Slippers from Wizard of Oz.
We then went to a cute little costume jewlery shop and somehow 2 hours disappearsd while we were there. Keith tells me I am the Tyrant of Time. I control it and make it whiz by when he is having fun, and I turn minutes into centuries when he doesn’t want to do something. Apparently it was my fault that time went by so fast for Adrienne and me. We decided to get Korean since neither of us ever had before. It was delicious! I’m not going to attempt to remember what I got, but it had a fried egg on top and was simply scrumptious! The best part of the Korean food experience was the sweet lady who worked there. I honestly felt like I was being served from a friend’s mom from her kitchen. It was just lovely and the server was the sweetest lady ever! I really wish there had been more time to play with Adrienne, though
Unfortunately, by then it was time to go pick up kids from school,take Adrienne home, ...
... and get ready for my hot date with Jeffrey! When he got home from work we took the kids to my parent’s house, and then set off for dinner. We ended up at a local café that has the very BEST scones on the planet.
And then, because of the debacle with my only pair of pants (see the previous post), we went to the store so I could get a new pair.
We aren’t very exciting when it comes to our anniversary. But 11 years! It really doesn’t seem like it’s been that long. What a blessing it has been, though. I love that man more every day. I know it’s cliché to say, but I didn’t know it was possible to love him this much when we got married. He makes me laugh and want ro learn new things every day!