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Monday, October 3, 2011

[it's kind of a funny story]

i don't even know where to begin.  it's kind of a funny story; but to be honest, i don't have the energy to write all the details. 
 it went pretty much like this:
this weekend was our 13th wedding anniversary.  it didn't go so great.  sam was late.  i was mad.
i felt like he didn't give a crap about me.  i cried.  he back peddled a bit, i still cried.  he was trying.  i was exhausted, hungry and just ticked off that he had been out waterskiing all afternoon.   yes, waterskiing with friends, or should i say "his precious work team" while i was home being a mom. 
he felt bad.  he should.  
i was confused at why i was so upset.  it wasn't even that time of the month.
i didn't ask for much, just a quiet night alone together at a restaurant.  
on his way home, he knew he was in big trouble.   he set up reservations at a really nice restaurant and tried to take me to the mall to pick out something nice for myself.
i appreciated the gesture, but i looked like a puffy-eyed scary hag.  i didn't feel like going someplace nice at all.  i barely agreed to leave the house.
we ended up at friday's and then saw a movie.

i wonder if our babysitter sensed the tension, lol.

i laugh i'm still trying to laugh about it now... after thirteen years of marriage and four kids later, i realize big fancy gifts or trips are not happening, but he was late.  
it happens to the best of us right?
this is real life people.
it's okay.  i still love him.  we'll be fine.

picture taken at strawberry reservoir while on our general conference field trip by my dad.