I loved today. Loved it. I don't think the weather could have been any better. Plus, it was Sunday, yet Troy didn't have any meetings after church, so we just had a nice afternoon together. Of course church did involve a three-stooges-esque wrestling match for pretty much the duration of sacrament meeting, but we all survived. The weather has blossomed into loveliness, just warm enough to hang out outside in shorts, go for a walk with El Poocho, and most importantly, get a good head start on our annual mud bog in the backyard. I was so happy to enjoy a day like this after yesterday.
Yesterday was not a bad day by any means, it was just one of those crazy busy days. It started with a double (two family) play date in the morning, and moved on through dropping kids off at my sister's, shopping for a shower gift, going to a wedding shower, finding out that I was in charge of refreshments for a baptism 1 1/2 hours before it began, picking kids up, getting ready for the baptism, getting to the baptism to find that there were about three times as many people as we were expecting and so shopping during the baptism, frantically preparing the food during the end of the service (thank you helper friends!) and then having friends over for an impromptu dinner after that. Yeah, I'm tired just reading over that. Although I suppose I could be tired because of this really fun game our family played last night called musical beds. I'm sure you parents out there are familiar with it and I won't bore you with the details.
By the way, though I missed the actual baptism, the guy who got baptized is really cool and I'm happy for him. And the food I made was really great.
I must mention one of the many reasons I love my husband. It's so fun to watch him adore his children. He dug a pretty big pit in our dirt patch for Stomper to play in, and filled it up with water. As Troy watched his son have an absolute ball splashing and jumping and digging in there, he mentioned to me how much he wants to make, out of plaster or wood or something, some big dinosaur-ish bones to hide in there. Can you imagine my little dinosaur boy digging in there, pretending as usual to be a paleontologist, and actually finding bones? I think he would have a heart attack of joy. I just love that Troy thinks about what would make his kids ecstatically happy and finds joy in their joy. That's a good daddy for you.