After a crazy weekend, I am happy to say that we are all still alive. We had 13 kids, ages 4-7 for Dylan's birthday party on Saturday. He says it was the best party ever, so I guess that makes it all okay. There were only a few tears and mostly lots of happy, energetic kids. It started to snow right toward the end- We did the pinata outside anyway. Dylan and Ken had a great time after the party was over attempting a snowman. Later that night Ken and I risked our necks to go out to dinner and a movie for my birthday. We saw Dan in Real Life, which we didn't really like, and ate at Crush, which we did really like.
Dylan made me these hearts as an anniversary gift. Sweet, huh? Ten years ago I was newly graduated from college, in love and ready to get married! Well, technically I was freaking out about getting married, which probably made Ken feel super good. Most of you know this story and the rest of you probably don't care, but it's my blog, so ppppthhhht! Ken lived across the street from me during our last year of college (but curiously, we were 24 and 25. Oh, how I love BYU). He and his room mate spent many evenings, and when I say evenings I really mean late at night, in my living room talking to my room mates, Laura and Cheryl (hi guys!). I would emerge from my basement lair, tell them to pipe down and then retreat for my beauty sleep and morning classes. Ken would hang out then go home, watch a movie, go jogging at 3 am and then sleep until noon. Somewhere in there I assume he also studied a bit but maybe not. He probably just showed up and dazzled his professors with his ...
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