Tonight we had a program for the girls I work with at church. It was pretty standard stuff- blah blah blah- chocolate fountain! No matter how dry a program is (our was not that bad) everyone thinks the night was awesome if you end it by dipping strawberries and cream puffs in a chocolate fountain! Dylan has been dying to throw a party and use the fountain given to us by Ken's parents several years ago. But I don't really know enough people to serve 4 lbs of chocolate (the minimum amount recommended to start out the fountain) in my home. So Dylan loves it when I break out the fountain for something church related- there are always leftovers at our house the next day. Tomorrow night my kids will be dipped in chocolate, bouncing off the walls and happy as clams.
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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