Christmas Eve Memory (that will last forever.)

(My family on Christmas eve ready to carol.)

Many years ago (maybe 20 or so) my parents wanted to do something on Christmas Eve for other people. With my dad being in school we had very little money so giving gifts to a family in need seemed out of the question. Instead they decided that their small family would go see some of the people who had to work on Christmas Eve who may be missing their families. To these people we would sing christmas carols and deliver a small token of our appreciation for their service to our community, a loaf of my moms blue ribbon wheat bread.

We went to the fire department and police station and caroled to them and thanked them for working to keep up safe year round. They seemed to really appreciate our visit and even gave us a tour of the fire department. Over the next few years it became a family tradition to go carol to the fire department and every year they were waiting for us. We also added to our route a small number of neighbors and friends we would go sing to and give a loaf of bread, our holiday gift to them.

Then we moved from Columbus to New Philadelphia. When that christmas eve came around we went to home teachers/ visiting teachers/ neighbors and friends, not the fire department, police department or anywhere else where people were working. Many people looked forward to it, others didn't seem to appreciate it as much, but we still went because it was tradition. The amount of people we delivered bread to increased significantly and my poor mom dreaded christmas eve as she knew she would spend her day making over 20 loaves of bread.

Now we are all a little older. All of the older kids have been in "elite" choirs and have a pretty good ear for picking out and singing harmony. So we gathered everyone in the piano room this year to learn our parts so we could sing "Silent Night" in 4 part harmony. It sounded good and we were ready to go blow away the people we normally carol to.

Before we left I made the comment about how we use to go to the fire department. Elizabeth, my 11 year old sister, wasn't born when we lived in Columbus and didn't even know that is where we use to go. My brother Bryant had said he wanted to do something for someone else on Christmas eve, something special, but we couldn't think of anyone who really needed anything. Then my dad suggested "Why don't we go to the hospital (where he works) and sing to the nurses and patients who are there." We all loved the idea, and off we went.

On our way we sang carols and realized that between the four oldest kids we had learned all 4 parts to "Carol of the Bells" and practiced so we could add that to our performance as well. When we go to the hospital we went up the the second floor where my dads patients were. We walked through the halls and sang "Silent Night," "Joy to the World," "Hark The Harold Angels Sing," "Carol of the Bells," and "We Wish You and Merry Christmas" all with beautiful harmonies. We saw tears in the eyes of some of the nurses, one came up and gave my dad a hug. She thanked him for bringing his family on Christmas eve. We knew they appreciated our small act of kindness. We all felt so good inside. Then we went to the ER and sang to them. They sang a long with us and it was like a scene from a movie. It was really neat, and we felt like we were spreading "christmas cheer."

But then a little inspiration hit my father. My grandfather had a friend named Jack who he has know since the 1950's. He served with Patton's Army in the Battle of Bulge in WWII. He met my grandfather serving in the air national guard and they have been friends ever since. He is 90 years old and a patient of my fathers. In fact, he was very sick earlier in the week. His wife was very worried and thought he was dying. My dad fixed him up and got him home two days prior to Christmas eve. He lives about 15 minutes away from the hospital and my dad said "why don't we go see Jack and Hope." We all though that would be a great idea and off we went.

When we got there we sang all our songs and Hope had tears in her eyes. They invited us in for a few minutes. When we got inside my mom asked Jack how he was feeling and he just sobbed. I'm not sure what was running through his mind but you could tell he was touched that we had thought of them that night. He gave us all hugs and kisses, told us some stories about "Mac" (my grandpa's nickname.) His wife thanked us over and over again and told us how grown up we all were. All I wanted to do was cry. I was so overwhelmed with gratitude, with the spirit of Christmas and the joy that overcomes you when you do something for someone else.

We had wanted to do something for someone else and we had. We knew we had truly made their Christmas eve special and they had made ours one we would never forget. It seems such a small act but it has changed me just a little. I always want to find that person who needs us on christmas eve, who may be alone or sick or working and not with their family.

What a gift/blessing it is to be with your whole family on Christmas. To have not only your parents, siblings and spouse but your grandparents with you as well. I feel so blessed to be 24 and still have all my grandparents, aunts, uncles siblings, ect in good health and alive. I have always felt this way, but this year I felt it so much stronger. I love my crazy family and our silly ways. I loved having them all together and I love all the memories we made.

Opps!!

So I've been bad.... really bad. I was so good about my blogging in the summer. {Oh the summer. What a joyous memory, if only it would come back.} Now my blogging is more like... I'm to tired to think of something whitty... it's just not very frequent.

I have had to prioritize my life and blogging is basically at the bottom. We have been having a lot of fun this Autumn though. We have....

*Been apple picking

*Pumpkin picking

*Done a corn Maze

*Made homemade apple pie {with the apples with picked}

*Made apple cider doughnut holes

*Halloween gatherings

*Celebrated Canadian Thanksgiving {Thank you Megan!}

*Ward trunk-or-treat

*Freak snow storm

*Halloween Parade at school

*Field trip {with the children} to a nature center

*Some depressing and exciting Ohio State football games

*Enjoyed long drives with beautiful fall foliage.

*Plenty of trips to Stew Lenards

*Made plenty of Chili, Broccoli Cheddar, Vegtable and Spinach egg drop soup

Maybe I will get some pictures of a few of these occasions up here soon. BUT not tonight. Tonight I am off to bed at 9:30 so I can get up and go to the gym at 5:30. Gotta love early mornings!

Taking a Stand

You know what is hard? Having the things you believe and hold so dear, the very things that define you, be mocked, criticized and ridiculed. Having someone come out and tell the world that you are not christian and that you are a member of a cult. To see books published and websites dedicated to twisting the things you believe into lies. To have a broadway play written to point fingers at your standards and make others critical of your beliefs. Then to have people see all of the above material and then pass a harsh judgement about you without any thought of "I wonder if all of this it true...

Well it's NOT!

I can not believe the amount of attention The Church is getting right now. Between Mitt Romney and John Huntsman running for the Republican Presidential ticket, the broadway musical "The Book of Mormom" and the "I'm a Mormon" campaign I feel like that is all I see these days.

It is hard to stomach sometimes, hard not to jump up and scream "YOU'RE WRONG!! You idiot! Do your research!" But that wouldn't be very Christ-like, would it?

On the bright side there have been many not of our faith who have began to "stick up for us" if you will. Journalist like Anderson Cooper calling out the Rev. Robert Jeffers on his claims that Mormons (who by the way prefer to be called members of the Church of Jesus Christ of Later Day Saints) are an unchristian cult. Others who write negative reviews of "The Book of Mormon" musical because no faith should be under such scrutiny.

So this is what I say. If people not of my faith are willing to stand up for me and my brothers and sisters of the church, than so will I. I'm not trying to "convert" others to the LDS faith but rather educate them. So when someone tried to tell them, "those mormons are weird because they don't drink alcohol." They might say something like "While I enjoy drinking myself, mormons aren't weird. They live a high health code which includes not eating/drinking any substance that might prove addictive or harmful. In fact, I think I'll skip the wine with my dinner tonight." LOL. Ok, fine. Maybe they wouldn't say it quite like that, but you get the picture.

Also why do people make fun of us or find it so hard to believe that Joseph Smith received a book of scriptures (the Book of Mormon) from an angel on a hill. While the rest of christianity has not problem believing that Moses received stone tablets (the 10 commandments) from a burning bush on the top of a mountain?

So to those people who say we are not Christian I say this: #1 Go listen to this guy, Jeffery R Holland, tell you why we are Christians. I would like him to be my 3rd grandfather (along with the rest of the 1st presidency and quorum of the 12.) #2 One of our number one beliefs is "We believe in God the Eternal Father, and in his Son Jesus Christ and in the Holy Ghost." We also believe that it is through the atoning blood of Jesus Christ that all men are saved. That seems like a solid Christian belief to me.

My next few blog posts I plan to highlight the articles of faith . I know 99.9% of the people who read my blog are LDS but for the .1% who stumble upon my blog I want them to be clear on what we believe. I want to do my part is spreading the truthfulness of the things we believe. I want to have my testimony recorded, so that there will be no doubt in the generations to come, That I knew with a surety that Christ LIVES. That he died on the cross to take away my sins. He suffered in the Garden of Gethsemane so that I might be redeemed from my sins. He knows and loves me personally. He is aware of all of us, not just me. I know that Thomas S. Monson is a prophet of God. Just as the heavens were open to the prophets of old, they are open once again. It doesn't make since for our loving Heavenly Father to leave us with no modern revelation in a world that is so consumed with wickedness, pain and suffering. I know that the Book of Mormon is true, it does contain the record of the people on the Americas. It goes hand in hand with the Bible. There is no way a boy with a minimal education could have compiled that book. I also know because I have read it, many times, and I have prayed about it. I have received my own personal witness of its truthfulness and you will too. If you read it then pray about it with sincerity having a real intent to know for yourself, you will receive the same witness, and then you too will not be able to deny it.

"4. And when ye shall receive these things, I would exhort you that ye would ^aask God, the Eternal Father, in the name of Christ, if these things are not ^btrue; and if ye shall ask with a ^csincere heart, with ^dreal intent, having ^efaith in Christ, he will ^fmanifest the^gtruth of it unto you, by the power of the Holy Ghost.

5 And by the power of the Holy Ghost ye may ^aknow the ^btruth of all things."

Moroni 10: 4&5

Weekend in Vermont

A few weekends ago we took a trip to Vermont with a bunch of our friends. After Irene hit we were afraid we might not be able to go due to flooding and washed out roads. But even after several road closures and more than a few detours we all made it to our cabin. We got there late friday night and had to be up early the next day for the race.

The whole reason for going on the trip was for people to run a race. Most did the 5k while 3 did the half marathon. The rest of us that did not run were on babysitting duty.

Mike ran his first 5K since we have been married. He didn't run at all to train but counted his biweekly basketball nights as his training. He actually did really well. You can kind of see him running in across the finish line at 26 minutes and 46 seconds. Not to shabby for no training.
He even got a nice little medal. Note to self: find a race that will give me a metal for finishing. I actually have been running a lot lately. I have been doing interval training on the treadmill. I am getting a lot faster and it is fun to see the progress. The only problem is my shin splints. I am learning to power through the pain, but some days I get off the treadmill and can barely walk. Even after I stretch I still limp a little. I really hate feeling limited.... blah.
Back to Vermont. Here are the runners. Ben, Camille and Tim were our 1/2 marathon runners. They all came in within 5 minutes of each other. It was a lot of fun to cheer everyone on and to be outside on a seriously beautiful fall saturday.

After the race the runners needed a little nourishment. We asked a local were a good place to eat was and they directed us to this great little diner. The food was delicious we shared onion rings, onion strings, mozzarella sticks and had some of the biggest burgers ever.
The only sad part was our group was to big to sit at the same table so half the group sat at one table...
and the other across the isle way...
After lunch the men were anxious to get back to the house to watch some college football and the women were anxious to hit the outlet stores in town. They had some fantastic stores but after some very costly trips to J. Crew and Ann Taylor we had to head home before we spent our husbands whole paycheck. It was a lot of fun to go shopping with the girls and get some awesome deals!

We divided three meals that we knew we would eat at the house up and assigned different couples to be in charge of them. We shared the responsibility of Saturday's dinner with the Johnsons and Elmores. We decided to do a crowd favorite, Cafe Rio Chicken/Pork salad with black beans, cilantro lime ranch dressing and rice. It was soooo delicious!! And we made the perfect amount.



After eating our dinner on the deck and watching the sunset we headed up to the game room and all crowded around the TV to watch the BYU vs Texas game. It was so much fun hanging out, playing ping-pong, chatting and cheering on BYU.
The ladies took a little break during half time and took a dip in the hot tub. It was quite the bonding experience but we ended up missing most of the second half of the game.
After staying up late playing games and visiting we got to sleep in the next morning. Well those of us without children got to sleep in. Some of us were even lucky enough to be feed breakfast in bed. Yes, that is my husband feeding Ben bacon in bed... strange.

After a delicious breakfast we went over the a ski resort called Stratton Mountain. It was a cute place but kind of deserted for a weekend.

We took a Gondola ride to the top of the ski slope which was really cool. Unfortunately it was a little foggy so the pictures don't do the breathtaking view justice.

A few of us went on a little hike (about a mile there and another mile back.) The trail I believe is apart of the Appellation trial and lead to a really cool fire look out tower. It was a little scary though when you climbed to the top and the wind would blow and you could feel the tower shake.. very scary. The view from the top made the whole hike worth it, even if I was against it at the beginning (I was not dressed properly for hiking.)

After the hike we went back to the house for a seriously amazing "farewell" lunch. It was kind of bittersweet to leave such a fun trip... but I have a feeling we'll be going back in the future.

Back to School.

School started about three weeks ago and I have been trying to catch my breathe ever since. We definitely got off to a rocky start. We {the teachers} started two days after hurricane Irene hit. The campus I work at had NO electricity and NO running water. It was pretty hard setting up and feeling organized when we couldn't do a lot (no copier, no lamination, no computer, no printer, no using the bathroom at work.) We finally had to start taking work home with us, which is no fun.

But all the frustration of setting a classroom up in the dark went away when I met my class. I LOVE them. You would too. I wish I could put a picture up to show how cute they are, but I'm not allowed :( I have made some good friends this year. One little boy told his mom I was his favorite teacher! YAY! He is so adorable. He is a well mannered, tiny little boy who reminds me of Stewart Little. When we asked what he wanted to be when he grew up, he said... "Strong." Precious.

Another of my new friends LOVES the Disney Princesses. In fact at recess the first week of school she requested I call her "Queen Sleeping Beauty" and she called me Cinderella (who she thinks I look like.) I play with her a lot when I can since she is a little shy. Today at lunch they were talking about "best friends." I told the table of girls that they could have a lot of best friends. One of the girls asked "but who is your first best friend." I said I have lots of BF and I like them all the same. Then my little friend says "Like me, I'm one of your best friends, right?" How precious! I love my job!

Did I mention we have 7 kids in our class this year? And 2 teacher +1 shadow? Those are pretty good ratios. It makes for fun, easy days. I still leave exhausted. Trust me. But I haven't left feeling stressed or unhappy yet. Which is a good sign.


My favorite time of the day, although I am tired and just want to sit down, is when I get to see these kids. I babysit these guys (since April) after school three afternoons a week from 3:30 to 7:15. I can't think of a better babysitting job. They are so well mannered and fun to be with. I love the twin girls, who are 4 (the same age as the kids at school.) But these girls I get to hug and kiss and love on when I tuck them in at night. I really do love them, all four of them. The oldest boy {9} is a huge sports guy and I often find myself pitching tennis balls or throwing a football with him. The second oldest boy {7} has the largest imagination I have ever seen. I wish I could be so imaginative again. I have fun with these guys. And I can't imagine my afternoons without them. They make me smile... and really want twin girls :)

Remembering

I haven't ever written down "my" 9/11 story. I've always felt like it was too similar to many other and insignificant compared to those who where in lower Manhattan that day. As I have thought about it more I decided I needed to record it. Because I do remember, like so many others, where I was on that day the world stood still and just watched. My children will want to know what I remember from the day they will only hear about. It is important to record because even though I wasn't there this single act changed our country and me forever.

It wasn't until the beginning of 4th period (10:00 am EST) that I finally heard the news about the twin towers. I was walking into my health class when a friend of mine came into the room and said "We're going to get bombed. I just know it!" I had no idea what she was talking about till I looked up at the TV that was on and saw the horrific picture. Smoke, fire, one tower missing. I was confused. what happen? Where was this? I didn't even know what the twin towers were. I had seen them many times but didn't know what they were called. I had never been to NYC at that point but my heart already ached for the piece of the skyline that was missing and all those whose lives had been lost or changed.

As the minutes went on other student began to fill me in on the news. It was a plane that had been flown into the towers. A United airplane. They weren't sure where the flight originated from but my thoughts immediately jumped to the safety of my Uncle Tom. He was a pilot for United. I didn't have a cell phone back then. But I wanted to run to the office and call my mom to find out if he was ok. Logical thinking would have told me that with hundreds of pilot working for United that he was probably ok. But I was not thinking logically, there was no logic in this. Who would hijack a plane of innocent people? People with children, spouses, mothers, fathers. And then fly that plane into a building full of more innocent people? There is no logic in that.

Then I saw the second tower fall. My heart ached. So many lives lost. I thought of the families of those people. Empty seats at the dinner table, children whose father/mother would not be there to tuck them in at night. Firefighters, police men and port authority workers who were there to help, gone. So heart breaking. My mind jumped to the quote by President Roosevelt after Pear Harbor "A day that will live in infamy." This was the pearl harbor of my generation. This was our call to rise to the challenge and make our nation whole again.

The rest of the school day was spent with the teachers in front of the TV. Reports came in about flight 93, and the pentagon. The pieces of the puzzle were being sorted. We were attacked. By a group of terrorist. They hijacked planes. One brave group of people saved the nations capital a major lose and their plane lay burning in a field in PA. That flight flew over Ohio. If you look at the route it took, if flew right over my hometown.

When I got home my mom was waiting for me at the bus stop. We hugged and cried a little. It was good to be with family at a time like that. She confirmed the safety of my uncle and we walked home. It was my brother Bryant's 12th birthday. As you can imagine none of us felt like celebrating. We all just sat and watched. My younger sister asked lots of questions, how do you explain something like that to a 5 year old? We ordered pizza and ate in the living room. No one talked much. We just sat and watched. At 10:30 at night we finally sang to my brother and he got his birthday gifts. I don't think we even took the traditional family picture around the cake. Then we had family prayer, a very long family prayer. We prayer hard for those who were suffering and thanked Heavenly Father for our safety and for the blessing of living in the Promise Land. A country that was founded on the motto "In God We Trust." For if we put our faith in him, he will guide us and protect us.

In the coming days, weeks and months we saw something our nation hadn't done in years. We came together. Suddenly it didn't matter what political party you belonged too and what religious group you were affiliated with. You were an American and we were proud to be.

10 years later I live in the NYC metro area. I go to the city frequently and see the new skyline. The one without the twin towers, but with the new freedom tower in it's place. It stands as a symbol of hope, rebuilding, healing and pride.

10 years ago I knew no one that was directly affected by 9/11. Now I know several people who were in the city that day. Some running for there lives in lower Manhattan. I know people who lost close friends and coworkers. I know the city. I recognize street signs and buildings when I see the footage from that day. It's a little more personal now.

Today I watched several specials on 9/11. As my heart broke and my spirit sobbed I felt something else too. I felt pride. Look at how our country pulled together. Look at all those brave people who rushed to the aid of strangers. Look at the people who came from all over the country to clean up debri. Look at those Americans standing together. Since then we have cleaned up, rebuilt and found those responsible for the tragic act.

I am so grateful to live in the USA. Grateful to have the gospel in my life that brings peace to my soul in times of crisis and unsurity. Grateful to have the knowledge of the plan of salvation. To know that the families that were torn apart that day can be together again through Heavenly Fathers plan. Grateful to be an American.

"Oh! thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand

Between their loved home and the war's desolation!

Blest with victory and peace, may the heav'n rescued land

Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation.

Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just

And this be our motto: "In God is our trust.

"And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave

O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!"

Labor Day in Ohio

I'm not sure how I did it but I convinced Mike to drive all the way to OHIO for Labor day weekend this year. We left at 3:30 on Friday afternoon and got there at 1:15am! Traffic was HORRIBLE getting out of town. It took up about 3.5 hours to get to the Del Water Gap and it usually only takes us 1.5 hour to get there. After that it was 6.5 hours or easy driving. I had Mike listen to the book "Maze Runner" on the way there so it kept him alert the whole way there.

Saturday Morning we got up and went to the Gym with my dad. With his sports medicine and nutrition background he is a great person to have lead your work out. It was seriously one of the highlights of our weekend. He is a stud!

Later that day my Aunt Becky stopped by, which was nice since she lives in Columbus (2 hours away.) It was good to see her even if it was only for a little while. We of course had the OSU game on, even though it wasn't very much of a game. I hope we can keep our head above water this year and stay in the top 25. It will be pretty tough though with all the drama that has unfolded over the past year.

That evening we drove about 2 hours north to the Johnson Farm Chapel where we attended the wedding reception. The reception was for Jenna and Robbie who were absolutely adorable together, but I didn't get a picture of the happy couple. I did however get a picture of her beautiful sisters and one of my dearest friends, Sarah! It had been far to long since I had seen my former maid of honor and roommate. It was wonderful to catch up and I really hope to see her soon since she only lives about 5 hours away!

My beautiful sister was ecstatic to go to the reception since her boyfriend is the brother of Sarah and Jenna (what a small world huh?)

Aren't my sisters beautiful?

Sunday we of course went to church in the morning. It was actually my second fast Sunday there in a row since I was there just a few weeks ago. We had a lovely Sunday lunch together (this time we missed Bryant since he is now out at BYU for the school year.) I even got to take a short Sunday nap, which was BEAUTIFUL!!

That evening my dad did his back to school fathers blessings. I haven't had one since I was married. I am going back to school though and I am in serious need of guidance, direction and comfort. So I got a blessing too! It was pretty special since my dad, grandpa and husband all stood together to give me my blessing. The words spoken were also very special. What a huge blessing it is to have the power of the priesthood here on earth. To be able to have the men I love speak as a mouth piece of the Lord and tell me the things he would have me know. Amazing. It is a memory I know I will NEVER forget. It was the highlight of my trip and made all the driving worth it. I am a truly blessed women.

That evening we had a few family friends over for treats and games. My mom and I's friend Sheryl was there. She helped so much with my wedding and threw me a beautiful bridal shower. I never gave here anything to show her how much I appreciated her, so three years later I finally gave her little gift. That was also one of the highlights of my trip. There were so many people who helped so much with my wedding and in my frazzled bridal state I don't think I ever thanked them properly so starting with Sheryl I am trying to show my appreciation.

Monday morning we just visited with my family until 11:30 when it was time to make the journey back. It was another horrible drive. It was pouring rain the whole way which made it really hard to see. We only had a little traffic but because of the rain it took us another 9.5 hours to get home. LAME. Don't worry Mike had book # 2 (The Scorch Trials) to listen to on the way home.
At any rate even with all the time in the car traveling for only a few short days with my family IT WAS WORTH IT. I can never get enough family time and the older I get it still doesn't get any easier to say goodbye. Like I said I am a blesses women.

Can your cat do this?

Thats right, she is using the toilet. Almost fully potty trained Epps is a genius cat. We have been using the citikitty training kit. You put a pan into the toilet and then remove a ring each week till there is nothing left. Epps is down to two rings and always runs to the toilet to do her thing.

Rosalie on the other hand is struggling. Our toilet always runs and makes noise and I don't think she likes it. Don't know what I'm going to do about that. But I'm about done cleaning up accidents.

But still pretty cool! My cat is as smart as Mr. Jinx!

3 Year Anniversary!

I LOVE celebrating our anniversary and valentines day. I try to do my best to do lots of little things that let the hubby know I love him. Typically about 2 weeks before I start searching the internet for great lovey ideas. My favorite website right now is The Dating Divas! AMAZING! There website is very well organized so you can quickly find ideas for different types of dates and special occasions. I get a lot of little date ideas from them as well. This year almost all of my ideas came from them, but I put my own touch to the ideas.

When Mike woke up in the morning he found this "TIME" magazine waiting for him in the bathroom. It was his invitation for our date that evening.

(I made that :) I am very proud! )

The inside gave him the important details for the evening.

While he was in the shower I snuck out of the house and put a CD that I made for him in the car. Along with a poem and some candy that went with the poem. When he left the house, I suck to the window to watch him find his treasure. I think he liked it, and now he had a romantic CD of songs to listen to on the way to and from work :)

1) At the Beginning with you - Anastasia Soundtrack

2) Keep Me Forever Falling - Carmen Rasmusen

3) You're the Inspiration - Chicago

4) Livin' Our Love Song - Jason Michael Carroll

5) Just Another Day in Paradise - Phil Vassar

6) When I Fall In Love - Celine Dion & Clive Griffin

7) Then - Brad Paisley

8) When you say you Love me - Josh Groban

9) Your Man- Josh Turner

10) So Close- Jon McLaughlin

11) You and I - Michael Buble

12) The Good Stuff - Kenny Chesney

13) Can't Help Falling in Love - Michael Buble

14) Somebody Like You - Keith Urban

15) Love Story - Taylor Swift

16) I'll Stand By You - Glee Cast

17) All My Life - K-Ci & JoJo

18) Don't - Billy Curington

19) It's Your Love - Tim McGraw

Mike had a little surprise up his sleeve as well. He sent me 3 flowers ( 3 = how many years we have been married + Past, Present & Future ) that were absolutely beautiful!!

I spent the morning with my friend amanda making these delicious cake balls. I have been dying to try them for quite a while now. I did red velvet cake with cream cheese frosting. I tried to dip them in white chocolate, but they looked awful! lol. So I opted to just decorate the tops. I liked them better that way though I think. Covered in chocolate they were way to rich. After they were done I headed over to Mikes work to give him a little afternoon treat. Word has it his co-workers really enjoyed them as well. Mike of course loved them and was surprised to see me :)

For our date we made a time capsule! How fun. I used a hat box and modge podged some cute scrapbook paper all over it. I think it turned out great! I had papers for us to fill out on the table.

What did we put in the time capsule? Well we answered some all about me questions. We wrote three goals for the next 10 years. Then we wrote down what our lives are like now and what we think they will be like in 10 years. It was pretty fun Mike thinks we will still be in CT and he will be working at PA. I just hope that if we are still living here in 10 years we can afford a house. I hate paying more for rent (that goes no where) then my parents pay for their mortgage (which goes to the principle of their home loan.)

We also took pictures of the cats, our house and favorite places around town. We of course had to print off some articles and jokes about the big east coast earthquake we felt yesterday. (Which by the way I was pretty excited to feel my first earthquake. At first I thought it was the wind then the shaking got stronger and I knew it was an earthquake and I just sat there thinking of what I should do if it got stronger, but not doing anything. lol. I would die if a real earthquake hit. lol)

We each took 15 minutes to write each other a love letter...

we didn't read them, but sealed them up and put them in the box...

Then it was off to dinner at the Capital Grille in Stamford. It is a lovely restaurant complete with valet parking.

They had our table set up with heart confetti and an anniversary card. What a great way to set the mood for a romantic dinner date.

We both had stake and it was AMAZING. I never get stake when we eat out but this was a great decision. Best stake ever.

For dessert we got ice cream, raspberry sorbet and an expresso cake on the house. It was delicious. All of it. I was surprised at how much I loved the raspberry sorbet, it melted in my mouth and was so full of flavor. UMMM...

When we got home I gave Mike his anniversary gift. I made him a vase filled with some of my favorite memories we have made together. I even left some space for the memories we will make in the coming months and years.

I think it turned out really well. He read a few of them and we decided to read a few more every night. I also made it to match the color scheme in our bedroom so it doubles as a decoration :) 2 in 1!

What a wonderful day! I am soglad to have Mike in my life and to celebrate our love and life together. What a beautiful life we are living together. We are so blessed.