Sunday, August 4, 2013

Not many get to celebrate their anniversary with free Slurpees

When people ask us how long we've been married, we typically say {in unison} "too long."

We're kidding. 

Kind of.

It's been 11 years since we walked out of the Logan Temple together {on the hottest day of the entire year I might add... not a cloud in the sky}. On 7/11.

Here's how we celebrated.

I woke up to find Jeff had sneaked this picture from our wedding album on Instagram and Facebook for all the world to see that yes, we did get married, and yes, we are still married. I thought it was really sweet.


Then I walked out into the garage to herd two children to school and found this in the driver's seat of the truck.



A four foot level.

I was actually really excited about this because it means Jeff is game for building a patio and fire pit in a neglected corner of our yard.

We sneaked away from work for a few minutes to get a free Slurpee from 7-Eleven to celebrate. But not before Jeff jumped out of the car and ran over to help push some guy's truck that had broken down out of the busiest intersection in town! 



We went back to work. Boo.

I took the kids to 7-Eleven to continue the 7-Eleven day festivities. You'd think they would have been a little more happy about free Slurpees. 


I stopped at some kids' lemonade stand and bought a cup of lemonade with dirt in it. My Aunt Denise would be proud. She taught me that you always stop at a lemonade stand. Always.

Came home, ate dinner, and started working on our new patio and fire pit area. After years of abuse, our old wheelbarrow finally gave out so I ran to Lowe's and bought Jeff a new one for his anniversary present. Which he made me push him around the yard in. Real romantic, aren't I? Oh, and the boy got a wheelbarrow too. Like father like son.


Worked until dark and realized two kids should have been bathed and sent to bed hours ago.

And because we both had meetings we couldn't get out of, the next day I picked up lunch at Jeff's favorite place, Popeye's Louisiana Kitchen, {a 45 minute drive each way} and we had a picnic at the park. 


Not too exciting but after 11 years it was perfect. 

That man can tick me off {as I'm sure I can him} but 11 years ago I married my best friend. I know he does all he can to take care of our family. He loves our kids and provides everything they could possibly need. He works hard and he plays hard. He makes me laugh almost every single day {even when I'm mad at him} and I so need that in my life. 

When I was struggling to know if I should marry Jeff because of some family issues, he told me, "Heavenly Father doesn't want us to fail." I sure hope that's still the case because I truly do want to spend eternity with him.

Happy anniversary Babe! I love you!

Redneck

I can't decide which is more redneck.

Cutting the boy's hair into a mohawk {At his insistence... no really, the kid wanted a mohawk. I'm hoping if we let him get all his hellionness out at a young age he will have some obedient and sweet teen years. Besides, we can't wait to see the reaction from the old ladies and bishop at church on Sunday.}.




Or having a water fight to get all the cut hair off his back and clothes.


Did I mention the water fight eventually turned into an ambush on his sister who was at the neighbor's house? 


Oh, and that this was in the front yard where EVERYONE could laugh and envy our awesomeness.

Yeah, we rock.

My Happy Place

My happy place is about a three hour drive away.... it seems longer though with bored, whiny children in the back seat.

My happy place is a lake of gorgeous blue and turquoise.



My happy place is great for a family 4 wheeler ride.



My happy place is home to moose. Or is it meeses when you see a baby moose and his momma run right in front of you while 4 wheeling?

My happy place is warm sand and this year, warm water.




My happy place is the perfect spot for a puppy to swim and run until she can't move anymore.


My happy place is family... I will someday get Anberlin to smile at me instead of scream.


My happy place is where I can tease my siblings that I have a cooler shirt than they do.


My happy place is a crappy trailer, a less-old trailer, a refurbished shed, and no showers.

My happy place is roasting marshmallows and eating Reese's peanut butter cup smores.



My happy place is full of memories for me as a child and hopefully for my own children someday.


My happy place is perfect.