Celebrating Early is the Way to Go!

Brenton and I decided that we could save a lot of money if we simply celebrated Valentine's Day a few days earlier than the 14th. So on Wednesday the 9th Brenton took a half day at work and took me out to lunch. Earlier in the day a beautiful bouquet of roses was delivered to our door. I was not expecting that at all.

We ate lunch at Tucanos Brazilian Grill. It's one of our favorite places. Brenton had a $50 for $25 coupon, and so we were even able to get dessert! The food is so delicious, and it felt great to get dressed up, get out of the house, and spend time with my sweetheart. 

Upon arriving home, I noticed another package on our doorstep. As I picked it up I read, "Godiva" on the side. My dear husband had sent me chocolates, too. And not just any chocolates, but Godiva!!! You don't eat Godiva chocolates, you experience them. It's a symphony for your mouth every time. I'm in love with their chocolate. 

In addition to these lovely tokens of affection, Brenton bought me a hat in the style of my favorite actress, Audrey Hepburn. I love her style. I think she is such a classy, timeless lady, and I love emulating her fashion sense. I was so excited to wear it to church this past Sunday. 

And now the real question you're all asking is, "but on actual Valentine's Day, didn't you feel left out?" The answer is, "nope!" I had beautiful flowers to look at, amazing chocolate to eat, and a flooded dishwasher and disposal to take care of. If we hadn't have celebrated early, that would have ruined my day, but since we'd already done something special, I could attack the problem, get it fixed, and be grateful it didn't spoil any plans that we had made. A win-win in my book!!! 

Life's moving on, and I'm so grateful to be married to my best friend. He is more than I could have ever hoped for in a spouse. I am continually amazed by his sincere love for me, his kindness, generosity, and adoration. He is my hero, and I love him with all my heart. Not to mention we have the most incredible, adorable, sweet baby boy in the whole world. My boys are amazing and my cup runneth over. 

A Formal Apology

Well, men, as it turns out I owe all of you an apology. For years and years I have been baffled that there are certain words in the English vernacular that when uttered cause an immediate chuckle, smirk, snort, or burst of laughter from each of you. "Really?" I've thought to myself as a boyish grin crosses my husband's face. Really? I would expect this from a twelve-year-old boy, not a grown adult. I have rolled my eyes on many an occasion as these common words slip through a normal conversation, and every man in the room snorts into his shoulder. Can't you just grow up and let that kind of humor go? Don't you realize how juvenile you appear by laughing at that? Little did I know that it is part of the Y chromosome to react in a laughing manner whenever a bodily function word is uttered. I had no idea!!

How did I figure out that men don't really have any control over their reactions to the choice words relating to bodily functions, you ask? Well, it happened just last week. It was Brenton's late night for classes, which means I put Ryan to bed myself. I was just about to give him a bath, and was pulling off his diaper when I noticed he was not finished loading it up. So I simply said, "Oh, do you need to poop?" Ryan looked at me and burst out with a giggle. Surprised, I quickly told myself, "Oh, he just thought the way I said that sentence was funny." So I tried saying a few different words, such as, "ketchup," and "pumpernickel." Zero reactions. Nothing. Then I tried funnier words like, "dribble," and "flobbywobble." Again, nothing. I resigned myself, looked straight at my son, and said, "poop." He gave a huge smile and a big chuckle. I couldn't believe it! At only five months old my little boy knew there are certain words that are just funny because he's a boy, poop being one of them. I was shocked!

So to all you men, I apologize. I didn't know that you literally have no control over laughing at these simple words. For every time I rolled my eyes at you, poked fun at your inability to compose yourselves, and even got ticked off, I'm sorry. It turns out you were right all along, and you can't help it. My apologies.