Today you turn 32. I can now tease YOU about being into your 30's like you've been teasing me for the last 4 years.
It is amazing to me that when we met and fell in love, I was 24 and you were 22. It's already been 10 years, where has the time gone?
I am so grateful for you. I know how lucky I am to have a wonderful husband who helps so much with the kids, cooking, cleaning, rubbing my back and feet, getting out of bed to turn off the light (that is on my nightstand), getting me water when you are already in bed...the list goes on and on and on.
I love how you humor me and do the silly things I ask. I love that you ran through Central Park in a TUTU with me this summer. I love that we have the same goals and ideals for our family. I love that you support me in all my ventures, even if you don't completely understand them.
I love that you love me.
You are amazing. I am such a lucky woman and am so honored to be yours for-ev-er.
You are my rock. You are my best friend. You are the one I want to talk to every time something funny or sad or cool or whatever, happens.
It all started on Friday night when Libby was up all night screaming. She told me her ear hurt. "Of course", I thought, "Jeremy and I are going away on Thursday night, so of course her ear hurts!" The next morning I took her to Urgent Care and got some antibiotics to treat her double ear infection.
We were going.
Tuesday night, my period hadn't arrived. I had taken a test and found out I was not pregnant (whew!), but wondered where my period was. It was 4 days late, and while I hadn't had a period since I got pregnant with Emma before January, since then I was very regular, every 28 days. It showed up that night. With a vengeance. Awesome. My Man and I are to go on a romantic night away and I will be on day 2 of my period. Sweet.
But, we were still going.
Thursday morning I woke up to Amelia in my bed saying, "Mom, I don't feel good. I think I'm going to throw up". She ran to the bathroom and proceeded to vomit. Fantastic.
She laid around all morning and just didn't feel good. She didn't have a fever, but I couldn't leave her with my Mom if she was sick.
Jeremy and I wracked our brains as to why she was sick. Then we remembered...she had a grilled cheese sandwich the night before. She and high quantities of milk don't get along. I get lax and don't think about it, but when it comes to straight milk or cheese, she will get sick. Every single time.
My Mom got her some crackers, jell-o and soup and she was feeling better.
We were going. And we did. Despite the Universe working against us, we went to Salt Lake City for 1 night and had the best time ever.
We arrived at the hotel and checked in. We went to our room, on the 20th floor!!!, and couldn't believe our eyes. This room was AMAZING. First of all, the VIEW. HELLO!
Upon check-in there was a plate of 6 chocolate covered strawberries and a note from the Hotel Manager for us.
We checked out our surroundings, and then went down to tea. I wish I had pictures to share with you, but I took them all on my phone and they didn't turn out very great. So, you will just have to believe me and go check out the website to see for yourself.
I had Raspberry Tea and Jeremy had Mint Hot Chocolate. We were then treated to English Scones (I believe they were currant, so yummy!) with Lemon Curd, Strawberry Jam and English Cream. We also were given a plate of finger sandwiches and had our first taste of Caviar. We felt SO fancy. Just when we were feeling very full and happy, the sweet hostess brought out the dessert cart. There was Carrot Cake, Chocolate Chip Cheesecake and 6 varieties of French Pastries. We both chose the cheesecake and she also gave us fresh strawberries with whipped cream and a pastry to try. AMAZING.
When we were finished, we went back to our room to relax and unwind.
Later that evening we went to dinner downtown and then back to the hotel. For $10/day you can visit the Spa and use the indoor pool, hot tub, sauna and steam room. Best $10 we spent the whole time we were there. The entire place just made you want to relax. I felt so mellow and happy, it was such a nice change from my everyday life.
We slept fabulously and awoke ready for the next day. We decided on having breakfast at the Garden Cafe restaurant in the hotel. I was really wanting Eggs Benedict, but when the waitress informed us that we could do the buffet for $15 a person, we were all over that. This was no normal buffet by the way. If I was in Salt Lake for breakfast again, I would go there. While I didn't get my Eggs Benedict, we did have fabulous pastries, fresh fruit, omelets, crepes, bacon, sausage, oatmeal...the list goes on. We left stuffed and happy.
We really had such a wonderful time (except for the part where a stranger asked me when I was due and I about smacked her but we were at the Temple and that just wouldn't be appropriate so I smiled and said I wasn't pregnant and she felt really dumb.) and can't wait to go back. As a matter of fact, we are already planning our next trip to The Grand America. If you live in the area, you should too. They have a special right now, when you book a night you will get $100 to use in the hotel. That would be a fabulous $100, you could use it in the Spa for a massage, or for Tea and Room Service, in the Sweet Shoppe (oh yeah, FABULOUS!!!!) or in any of the Restaurants or Shops.
Enjoy the video. I couldn't finish it completely because the battery died on my camera. This just gives you an idea of what the rooms look like. Looking back I wish I had made the bed before taking the video, but hey, we've all seen a bed after it's been slept in, right? ;)
Really, everything was perfect. The only complaint we had was that we couldn't stay longer. Oh and that Jeremy got shocked everytime he touched anything in the Hotel. Maybe a little static guard on his shoes next time?
We can't wait to return. See you again soon Grand America.
*The Grand America hotel in no way sponsored this post or even knows I am writing it. I just wanted to pass along to all of you bits of our great stay and hope you can go stay too!
I really love my husband. A lot. Really, I promise. It's just that sometimes...well, sometimes he drives me a little batty.
There is an awesome playgound being built here in Logan. I am really excited about it. It is being built entirely by volunteers, so Jer went to help last night. That was no problem, I was ready for that. I had a meeting with some ladies from my church at 5:30, so we just moved it to my house. I had dinner simmering on the stove, the children playing peacefully and was ready for the meeting. That was when they all decided at the same time that being away from Mom just was not acceptable.
After cajoling, bribing, and threatening didn't work with the older two, I locked them in the basement. Don't look at me like that, it's where all their toys are, they love playing downstairs and it was just going to be for 30 minutes.
Anyway, so I am holding Libby on my way back from locking the basement door and she did it. She threw up everywhere. Oh yes, it was lovely. I thought it was a one time thing, so I cleaned her up and went back to my meeting. She then crawled away and was playing. When she came back to me and crawled on my lap I smelled it. She had done it again, now I got to try to figure out where it was.
I cleaned up another vomitous mess, finished my meeting, got the kids fed (got thrown up on 2 more times), gave baths and then Jeremy called to tell me he was coming home. THANK YOU!
So, Jer came home and got the older two to bed while I took care of the baby. All sounds good so far right? He is super helpful, I am not disputing this fact at all. He really does SO much around here and I am very lucky I know.
It's just...well, you'll see.
So, fast forward to 1:30 am. I am awaken by my darling baby throwing up all over herself, me and my bed. Jeremy got up and while I cleaned up myself and the babe, he changed the sheets on the bed.
We all settled into our freshly sheeted bed when he turns to me and says, "Those peaches won't make it until Saturday, they need to be canned".
Did you see it? Did you see my brain start working in overtime trying to figure out how I will get 3 bushels of peaches and a boat load of tomatoes processed the next day while dealing with a sick baby, a 3 year old who thinks she is Annie and a 5 year old who I will have to take and pick up from school? Did you see it?
Yes. I love him, but really???? That was not the time to tell me. Now, in his defense he says he'll help me do the peaches tonight after the kids are in bed. He has never done peaches so he doesn't realize just how long it takes. So, after I am done writing this post, I am strapping the baby to my back, praying she is done throwing up and am going to start doing peaches. Where is my Mom when I need her??
Seven years ago we celebrated your first Father's Day. I gave you snickers and a picture. I was just sure you would be the best Father ever. You talked to the baby growing in my belly, kissed my belly, got me A&W Rootbeer Floats at midnight, and took such good care of me.
Daddy and Amelia
In the last 7 years I have watched you grow as a Father and a Man. I've watched as you changed the first diaper, wiped the first spit up, stayed up with a crying baby, held me as I cried, labored, birthed, fed our children.
I have watched you as your eyes lit up at the first smile from our babes, the way you get excited when they say "Dada" first, the pure joy you get from playing with them.
Changing Seth's Diaper
I have held you as you cried and grieved over the loss of our oldest.
Daddy and Emma
I love watching how our little girls have you wrapped around their fingers.
Daddy and Amelia
I love watching how you and Seth are "the boys" and stick together as boys do.
The Boys
I love that I can call you at any time and vent. You are always a Dad, 100% of the time, even at night (thank you for that!).
Daddy and Liberty
You are an amazing Father. Our children are so lucky to have you. I am so lucky to be married to you and to be able to create these little people with you.
Oh how I love you. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me. You are the reason for my smiles and joys. I am so lucky to have found you and that I get to spend Eternity with you. Happy Birthday my love.
The other night my love and I were laying in bed talking. We were talking about what would happen if one of us died. I often ask this question, "What would you do if I died right now?", and he answers something like, "Have a party" or something silly like that.
But, this spurred a much deeper conversation than we have had in the past. What would you do? I hate to think about me dying, I know that Jeremy would be ok, but I worry about the kids. I told him he'd have to remarry. But, she would have to be nice to the kids, and not better than me in any way (if you catch my drift...but of course being the person he is, he wouldn't know that until after they were already married. gah.) Anyway, it is really important to me that she would be good to our kids, but not let them forget me. See, my Grammie's (Dad's Mom) Mom died when she was young. Her Dad got remarried and his wife was AWFUL to my Grammie. She moved out when she was young and knew nothing about her biological Mom. I don't want that.
So, I had a list of demands.
1. My picture would have to remain up for everyone to look at and adore. (and realize that I am MUCH cuter than his 2nd wife) 2. New wife could not be called Mama (that is me and me alone.) 3. I should be talked about regularly and my grave visited very often.(I like daisies) 4. A life of celibacy. What?!?! I don't want to think about that!
I warned him if he didn't stick to these rules that I would haunt him from the grave.
That's our sexy pillow talk. Me dying, his undying love for me and me haunting him from the grave. Pretty hot stuff huh?
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