Last weekend was, in a word sublime. My mom offered (offered!) to have all the kids come over to her house for a sleepover Friday night, which meant we could go on a nice long date. I’m pretty sure Mr. thought I’d want to do something like eat out somewhere fancy, or see a movie. You know, any excuse to put on my heels. But what I really wanted to do was go kayaking. He’s gone a few times with the boys since we moved here, and I’ve been so jealous every time he talks about it when they get back. Plus, you know sometimes you just want to be outside, breathing clean air and watching the sun set instead of sitting in a dark theater. I love it when I sort of accidentally surprise Mr./rock his world. Mr. loves a good outdoor anything, and he looked so pleased when I told him what I wanted to do, I did a little mental fist-pump. Sometimes it’s hard to be mysterious and surprising with someone you’ve been with for ten years, you know?
We were out on the water during that magic part of the day when everything gets really serene, and the air cools off but not too much and oh my goodness you remember why you love summer so much. Anyways, we were out on the marshes and we paddled to an island where there were like 800 pelicans and a lot more ducks and geese. Okay probably not that many, but you get the point. They were huge. I couldn’t believe it. I thought about getting scared (I still remember “The Birds” from when I was a kid), but they all swam away before we got too close, and I remembered that birds are basically wimpy. Speaking of wimpy, Utah is probably the only place I’d have the guts to kayak in a marsh because I’m terrified of alligators, and we don’t have any here, or so I’m told. But I always have that irrational fear that some sadistic person maybe put one in there, which makes me nervous for the first five minutes, and then I’m fine. I’m the same way when I scuba dive about sharks. I’m weird.
Speaking of weird, remember how I told you that I waited in that ridiculous line at Ikea for Swedish meatballs? I also waited in a ridiculously long line at the farmer’s market on Saturday for hand-squeezed lemonade. The Logan Farmer’s Market is one of my favorite things on the planet, and Hip-Mama’s lemonade is the pièce de résistance of the whole thing for me. Mr. took me and miss Ava there on Saturday, and he bought me a pastry because, it’s me and I like food, and then walked Ava around in the stroller, while I waited to get us some lemonade. The funny thing is, we didn’t stay all that long and we just sort of walked around and looked at stuff and nibbled on samples, but I had such a good time. I really really like hanging out with Mr, he’s just so nice to me, and the older I get the more I realize how rare that can be, and what a blessing it is.
Happy Friday everyone! Here’s to another marvelous weekend!
I never knew how beautiful Utah was. It’s so neat where you are that you can see the imposing mountains rising above the tiny, tiny, tiny little houses scattered in clusters below. And the valley is so flat…with seemingly so few trees compared to where I live. Very different landscape than what I’m used to or have ever seen.
“I really really like hanging out with Mr, he’s just so nice to me, and the older I get the more I realize how rare that can be, and what a blessing it is.” This is the most romantic thing I’ve heard someone say in a long time. So true – such a blessing to have a man who is just plain NICE.
gorgeous kayaking photos! looks so fun
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What a fun date! I’m also curious what kind of stroller Ava is in? Thanks.
I would like to know what kind of stroller you have also. I am looking for one right now. And beautiful pictures. Thank you!
Kayaking looks so fun!
Gorgeous photos!
Xo, Amanda
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i’d go kayaking everyday if i was surrounded by that beauty! gorgeous pictures!
I was going to get that pink shirt.
Your hair looks so pretty. So thick and pretty…
I never knew how beautiful Utah was. It’s so neat where you are that you can see the imposing mountains rising above the tiny, tiny, tiny little houses scattered in clusters below. And the valley is so flat…with seemingly so few trees compared to where I live. Very different landscape than what I’m used to or have ever seen.
“I really really like hanging out with Mr, he’s just so nice to me, and the older I get the more I realize how rare that can be, and what a blessing it is.” This is the most romantic thing I’ve heard someone say in a long time. So true – such a blessing to have a man who is just plain NICE.