Let’s Recap

Our night out on Friday to celebrate our anniversary was quite lovely. We left the boys in the extremely capable hands of our sweet neighbors (a grandparent-like couple) and I knew it when she took Baby K right out of Tim’s hands and started to coo over her. Not that anyone in their right mind wouldn’t do that but still, it made me feel so comfortable. And that was worth SO very much.

And the boys, well they were all set for bed and were apparently perfect angels. That’s it – I’m getting a babysitter every night.

But back to our evening.

We had dinner at Ruth’s Chris, probably the best steak place in town. And before we even ordered our food I noticed Tim getting a little nervous. Like the same nervous he did the night he proposed. And before I could decide on my salad selection the waitress brought a little black box to the table that was surrounded by the chef’s fancy creation of spun sugar and sliced strawberries.

And inside?

A beautiful, gorgeous “what-I’ve-always-wanted” ring. I tweeted and facedbook-ed about it on Saturday because I couldn’t keep it to myself. Although, it’s NEVER coming off of my finger, so I AM keeping it to myself!

It’s absolutely beautiful AND means so very much to me.

Now, I’ll be honest, I kinda knew something like this was coming because we did talk about it a little do to the fact that rings cost money and as I mentioned in my anniversary post, that’s sort of a big deal in a marriage when you are not millionaires or anything (which we are not, by the way…)

However, I didn’t know what it was going to look like and how much effort my wonderful husband would put into getting the perfect ring for me. And it IS perfect.

After our dinner (where I couldn’t take my eyes off of my left hand or my husband) we went downtown and hung out for a little while with a co-worker of Tim’s and her boyfriend, at a… BAR. I hadn’t been to a full-fledged bar in quite a while. Like it had smoke and everything (gag.) {p.s. wound’t have typed ‘gag’ 10 years ago} [would have tried to bum one instead].

I mean, This was a bar in the middle of a college town. Although probably not the oldest people there, we were certainly the most over-dressed.

We came home to a good report from our neighbors and he was holding Baby K and she was unloading my dishwasher. They are SO hired!! (and yes, we paid them, in wine).

It was a fabulous evening!

On Saturday Tim didn’t feel very well but we still made a trip to Target as a family where we purchased the boys a little bowling set in the toy section and they proceeded to spend the rest of the weekend making strikes and spares. Best $9.99 we’ve spent in perhaps, our life.

And then Tim grilled on the the new grill I gave him for his anniversary gift.

Then on Sunday we made it to church all together.

And while there (and feeling most unwelcome – yeah, we still haven’t found a church…) an elderly lady that did actually speak to us, asked if Baby K was a boy or a girl while she was dressed in this:

Yeah, this woman was pretty old, but I’m pretty sure she could see and REALLY LADY, IS THERE ANY QUESTION??? Because if someone is dressing their boy in this, well, I just don’t see it happening.

Anyway, for dinner Tim grilled (again!) burgers and did quite a few chores around the house so he could go out and watch the Cowboy game. Hey, I can’t complain. He did dishes and laundry.

Yep, I think I’ll keep him for at least another 10 years…