4 years!

I can't believe its been 4 years!

I love you sweetie pie.

(Our honeymoon)

I was looking through Dave's old pictures, and found this one. Here he is holding Jasper as a baby.

It looks familiar doesn't it?

Mismatched

While we were at church yesterday, I looked over at Dave and couldn't believe what I saw.

First, his suit buttons. I took his suit to the dry cleaners over a month ago, and while there the cleaners guy didn't want his buttons to fall off so he put those one plastic things through the button holes to keep them in place. You know, those plastic fastener things that connect a price tag to a shirt you want to buy? I don't know what they're called, but he used those to temporarily prevent his buttons from getting torn off while being dry cleaned.

Anyway, I looked over at him and he had two or three plastic fasteners in every single button of his suit, including the buttons on his coat sleeves, and the button on his pants above the zipper.

*Picture I borrowed from the Internet.

Then, I saw that he was wearing mismatched socks. Not only mismatched, but MINE. One of my brown and white striped socks (his suit is dark gray), and one of my pale purplish gray socks.

Ahh!

I felt bad, because obviously this means I am way behind with the laundry, especially with the sock laundry. And it also means that I need to remove the temporary plastic tags as soon as I get back from the cleaners, because David surely won't be removing them from his buttons on his own. He didn't even care - or know what they were.

It did give me a good laugh though, and I was alert through the rest of Sunday school.

:)

Happy Birthday David

It's my husband's birthday!

David loves:

Ultimate Fighting (David saw me writing this and corrected me. He doesn't love Ultimate Fighting, he just likes to watch it a lot)!

Fresh fruit!

Sour Patch Kids!

Reading. He especially loves to read philosphy and books on religion (our religion or otherwise).

And of course, the Utah Jazz!

I sure am lucky. Happy Birthday Dave!

Pneumonia

My poor husband has pneumonia! How did this happen? I feel so bad. He's been sick for about a week. He complained of just feeling achey and weak. At first, I thought it must be the flu. However he never threw-up and it just kept getting worse and worse. Finally even he agreed to go to the doctor on Friday. He hates the doctor and hates taking medicine. Until yesterday he had actually never been to a doctor once in his adult life. I'm glad he agreed to break this impressive record. I hope he gets better soon!