December Flu

If somebody gives your hubby the flu,
he's going to ask you to take care of him.
He'll probably even ask you to go to the store late at night...in your PJ's...to get some Theraflu, juice, and stuff to make homemade chicken noodle soup.
If you give give him some Theraflu, he'll take 20 minutes to whine about drinking it before finally gagging it down.
When he's done taking his medicine he'll lie on the couch and begin watching the entire consecutive second season of 24 on Netflix. Then he'll ask for a glass of juice.
If you get him a glass of juice he'll probably ask for some homemade chicken noodle soup to go with it.  When he finishes eating the soup he might insist on helping to do the dishes...even though he can barely manage to stand.  You'll have to gently FORCE him to get some more rest.
When it's time for bed you'll have to kindly "suggest" he sleep on the couch so he doesn't contaminate your bedroom (the one germ free area left in the apartment).  And even though he's on the couch and you're in the bedroom with the door shut, you can still hear him coughing all night long.
The next morning you'll force him to take some more Theraflu.  Then he'll insist on going to church because he has to play the piano for the ward Christmas Program.
After church you'll have to persuade him to eat something...which is very unlike him.  That's when you know this is a bad flu.
If you get him to eat something, he might take a nap...and his fever might actually go down.
When he wakes up you'll take his temperature again and find out that his fever is back.  You'll probably start to get tired of your hubby having the flu.
If he starts to feel better, he'll probably go to work the next day.  But then he'll most likely overdo it and have to come home early.
After repeating this cycle for a couple more days, he'll finally start feeling better.  Yay!  Then you'll have to do some serious de-germing of the apartment.
If he's feeling better he'll probably start sleeping in your bedroom again...even though his cough isn't gone...and then you might end up being the one to sleep on the couch just to get some rest :).  FINALLY, after Christmas, his cough will go away, and he'll feel 100% better.
And if you ask him if he wants to get a flu shot next year, he'll say NO WAY!  And so, you'll probably be going through this again next year...

Update

Well, as it turns out I've been super tired for the last few weeks and have become a major blogging slacker!  But now that I'm off-track and can fight the extreme fatigue by taking nice long naps and sleeping in late, it's time for an update.

First off, Dale and I are super excited that we're having a baby!  (thus the extreme tiredness :)  I'm due June 26th, and we couldn't be happier.  This pregnancy is going by fast.  I'm already 12 and 1/2 weeks and almost done with my first trimester.  Dale and I went to the doctor last week for the first time.  We got to hear the heartbeat AND see our sweet little baby in the ultrasound :).  Dale is pretty much positive it's a boy.  He always calls it Baby Hunter...which is the boy name we're thinking about.  I've gotta admit he's going to make one incredible dad :)

Dale had his 2nd Annual Jingle Dale Rock Christmas Concert (wow, that's a mouthful!) last weekend.  It was so fun, and he did such a great job.  He even made me a t-shirt that said "I'm Dale-icious"!  I love it!  He made me show it off at his concert :).  His website is also up and running...FINALLY!  It's been a 2 year project for him.  It's nice to see all that hard work pay off!  Check it out!  www.dalejessee.com

That's all for now, but I'll try and post some pics soon!

Pasta, Passion, and Pistols

Meet Mr. Rocco Scarfazzi...a "legitimate" money launderer and outstanding businessman, twin brother to the murdered Pepi. 

 Not only that, but he was the fiance to yours truly...the equally amazing Tara Misu, caretaker of ALL of Rocco's assets, and the mother of his twin brother's baby (apparently all the characters were pretty scandalous...glad we weren't sitting at the Bishop's table...awkward :).  

Dale and I went to our ward Murder Mystery Dinner Saturday night, where we were pleased to find out, after much debate and accusations, that neither of us were the murderers.  

A"MAZE"ING Corn Maze

Last week we spent our FHE with the Millers at the oh so wonderful West Jordan Corn Maze.  This corn maze was pretty fancy, let me tell you- it was NOT your average corn maze.  For starters, it was in the shape of a dragon...and it had 10 posts where you could answer a question, and depending on if you got it right or wrong, it would help guide you to the end.  AND, not only that, but you could also win a grand prize if you got your card punched at every post.  That's what we were going for.  We were pretty excited about the prize...apparently our group is very competitive.  We treked through the corn without too much trouble, and with the help of our good friend Google, answered most of the questions correctly too.  When we made it out we took our ticket to the Prize Station, and they gave us our grade...70 percent.  I guess that's not too bad considering all the questions consisted of random facts about Halloween.  I must admit I was pretty impressed with Jessi's Halloween knowledge.  I think she got most of the questions right :).

A few pics from our fabulous Corn Maze Extravaganza:

Apparently it was pretty dusty...

And the Grand Prize is???????

You got it, 2 bowling passes to Fat Cats...not to be used on weekends, and doesn't include shoe rentals.  Gotta love it :)  That's our next date night...of course, the Hymers will have to join us this time :)  

New Baby!

Farewell Clavinova...Dale said goodbye to his beloved Clavinova CLP 311 on Thursday, September 30, 2010.  This piano has been one of his best friends for the last 15 years.  During this time it has been on the receiving end of many scratches and dings, each witnessing to the magnitude of its use.  It was on this piano he composed "Best Friend" (no, this is NOT a song about me :), "Cannon in C" and "Jen's Song," just to name a few.  He probably even spent more hours playing on this piano than he's spent eating, which is saying something :).  But, let's face it, it was definetly time to move onto greener pastures.
So, I'd like to introduce Dale's NEW best friend, Yamaha P95B!  Dale says of his new friend, "I didn't buy it for the sound...I bought it for the feel."  He bought a program to go with it that makes the sound ROCK!  He says he finally has his $300,000 piano :).  Wahoo!

Old Baby:

New Baby:

The Biggest Loser...I mean, Grower.

Today I discovered a new sport...Giant Pumpkin Growing.  No joke!  The "Utah Giant Pumpkin Growers" claim it's highly addictive.  Dale and I attended the Thanksgiving Point Pumpkin Festival today with our little niece.  These people take their pumpkin growing very seriously.  At the beginning of the "Weighing in" the DJ announced that one of the main pumpkin growers had to duck out of the competition this year because his patch was infested with some "four legged furry vermin".  The crowd literally gasped and I think I may have seen a few tears shed.  I wouldn't have been surprised if they called for a moment of silence.  Apparently Giant Pumpkin Growing is serious stuff :).  We had lots of fun with our little niece.  She loved the jumping house and walking around the garden.  Faith was not so interested in watching the weighing of the pumpkins.  Apparently Giant Pumpkin Weighing is much less invigorating that Giant Pumpkin Growing.  Who would've thought?

Aww...we love her!

Faith in the jumping house.

This was a lion statue we discovered while we were walking around.

Dale insisted I stick my finger up the lion's nose...

Then he wanted a pic of HIM putting his finger up the nose...boys :)

Faith and Dale...she cried when she had to leave.  I like to think it's because 

she had SO much fun with us :) but I think she just really needed a nap.

 Dale's friend carved this pumpkin...whoa, talented!

No longer skeptical...

Right before I went off-track one of my friends sent me home from school with a stack of books to read.  I've heard of these books before...apparently they've made quit a stir in the local reading community.  There was a waiting list 1,000 people long to check out the last book in the series from the library.  1,000 people long!  Must mean these books are pretty good, right?  I've been pretty skeptical, not really wanting to read them during my precious off-track time.  But with another push from my friend, Dale and I decided to read them together.  I'm sure you've heard of this series, and have probably read it yourself...they call it "The Hunger Games."

Read it...love it!

Dale and I started reading Friday night.  The plan was to read 1 chapter a night, alternating turns to read out loud.  We didn't stop reading until 1:00 in the morning.  Saturday we took it with us on our "Day Date."  We decided to use up some of our gift cards and free food type stuff.

Typical Dale pose...ready for anything!

We split our "FREE MEAL" at Cafe Rio, and read our book while we ate...and in the car on the way home...and between using our Free Ice Cream Coupons and American Eagle Gift Cards...in fact, we didn't even use all of our gift cards because we got sucked into the book.  We even read to and from visiting my grandma later that night.  Long story short, we finished the book today...Sunday.  Couldn't put it down.  Onto the next!

Peach Days

Peach days has been a tradition in our house since we got married...so yes, it's been a tradition for 2 years :).  It all started when we went camping with Dale's family at the KOA in Brigham City (my kind of camping :).  It also just happened to be peach season, and there were a million peach stands set up.  It was then we tasted our first Brigham City peach...and we were hooked.  Dale now practically counts down the days until Peach Days each year.  His mouth starts watering the week before, and by the time we leave he can hardly contain his excitement!  He even brings his own knife so he can start the feast right there in the parking lot of the fruit stand.  This year we invited our friends Jessi and Ryan Miller to come with us.  They didn't quite understand the Peach Days excitement...after all, they're only peaches, right?  1 hour & 1 ticket later (beware of the 65 MPH zones...) we arrived in Brigham City in Dale's Parents suburban (we NEEDED it to carry all of our precious cargo).

Fried Oroes...we had to try them

Eating the fried oreos and peach cobbler.

Enjoying the festivities...

Lovin the peach cobbler!

Dale was "patiently" waiting to go buy his peaches while we shopped

We walked around the booths and tasted the killer peach cobbler (delicious!)...and the Fried Oreos (Not our favorite), then it was time for Jessi and Ryan to experience their first Brigham City Peaches.  We drove to 4 different fruit stands...yes 4 (we were not willing to pay $25 a box), to find the perfect price.  Ryan and Jessi were probably beginning to think we were crazy.  When we finally made our purchase Dale whipped out his knife and prepared a delectable peach for the Millers to try...and then they were hooked too.  Now they're wishing they'd bought more!  

The reason for the trip...our "precious cargo"

We went to dinner at Maddox (yummy) afterwards and then headed home.  We're not sure what makes these peaches so delicious, but they are definitely worth the drive...and even the ticket (don't tell Dale :).   

Dale Jessee...Birthday Boy!

My sweetheart turned 28 this week...he's quickly approaching the big 30!  To celebrate his birthday I made some fun golfing cupcakes for him to share at work (it was a bummer he had to work all day), then we partied that night with friends.
                              

Golfing Cupcakes :)

Close up!

The plan was to eat a picnic dinner (California Chicken Wraps, thanks to Jessi!!!), then go golfing (thus the cupcakes :), but we ended up having a Couples Bacci Ball Competition instead (we barely won...must've been the birthday luck!).  Afterwards we went to Zuppa's for some tasty dessert, and decided to get the chocolate fondu.  We were all pretty excited about this dessert...we sure waited long enough (darn highschoolers!)  But when they FINALLY brought it to our table there was plenty of chocolate, but not enough stuff to dip.  We devoured all the fruit and marshmallows in about 2 minutes, leaving us with bowls of delicious melted chocolate.  We couldn't let it go to waste!  This is when the guys decided they needed to run to the store and buy some more fruit.  They grabbed some strawberries and bananas, and we let them in the back so the highschool servers wouldn't see our contraband...then we cut up our fruit and were able to finish up the chocolate we paid for :).  To top it all off, we went back to Brett and Erin's for some good old fashioned Mario.  Fun night...a birthday I'm sure Dale won't be soon forgetting :)

After preparing our OWN fruit!

The delicious chocolate feast...

The "Birthday Boy" and I

Brett and Erin

Jessi and Ryan

Dale finishing off the chocolate...

All gone!

Yum!

MMM mmm good!

Grandpa's Hats

Memories of our Grandpa that I got to share at his funeral...

While we were growing up we would often see our Grandpa wearing a hat. He would wear them to family outings, out in his garden, when he traveled, or even just sitting in his chair in the house. He was a man of many hats. He had a University of Utah Alumni hat, a Utah State Hat, and a Chiefs hat, just to name a few. But some of the hats my Grandpa wore are those that aren’t tangible, They are those that were only seen by those who knew him well. These are the hats that we most remember.

Our Grandpa wore the hat of service, in more ways than one. He wore this hat as he served as a soldier in World War 2, where he fought bravely. He wore this hat when he served 3 faithful missions, the first where he met his sweetheart, our Grandma, and the last two where they served side by side together. Our cousin Richard is actually serving right now in Riverside California, our Grandparent’s first mission as a couple. He shared an experience he had by saying: “The great and last experience I had with Grandpa Christensen was to be able to have him and Grandma Christensen escort me into the MTC. What a truly sweet experience that was for me. That was the last time I saw him, and so I’m grateful it was him who accompanied me. Since he had previously served one such Senior Couples Mission to the California Riverside Mission, in a very literal sense I have followed in his footsteps in proclaiming the gospel.” We are so grateful for our Grandpa’s example of service.

Our Grandpa also wore the hat of Hard work. He worked at the University of Utah for more than 20 years, but we didn’t know that Grandpa. We knew the Grandpa who stood on ladders even when he probably shouldn’t have, to change the lightbulbs, and the grandpa who always put the gas in the car. We knew the grandpa who carried the 50 lb. bag of salt down the stairs for the water softener for our Grandma. We knew the grandpa who tried to get us to eat all of the pears off his tree, and who would read us the same story until he had it memorized just because we wanted him to. This was the grandpa we knew....we’re grateful that hard work can be seen in more places than just an office building. Our grandpa exemplified this.

Our Grandpa wore the hat of Good Cheer. A few years ago one of our cousins got a bunch of stickers for Christmas. She decided the perfect place for them was all over Grandpa’s slippers. He thought that was the perfect place for them too, and he wore those slippers proudly for years, until only a few stickers remained. Grandpa had a way of making us feel needed. Whenever I’d come for a visit the first thing out of his mouth would be, “I’m so glad you came, to brighten up our lives!” And there wasn’t a day we were around him that we didn’t hear him say “Fa'afetai, which means Thank you in Samoan. “Our cousin Richard wrote of him, “He was always calm and sober in his demeanor, but also cheerful. The two together were a great combination. Never too serious and always lighthearted; but never light minded.” This described our grandpa perfectly.

Our Grandpa wore the hat of music. This was a very big part of his life. It was very common to have our Grandpa randomly begin singing “It’s Springtime in the Rockies,”The Old Gray Mule Ain't What She Used to be", or different Samoan songs. It didn’t matter who was over or what we were doing, if Grandpa felt like singing, he did it...even if Grandma was trying to watch T.V. ☺.

Our Grandpa wore the hat of Good Humor. A couple of years ago we were talking about our favorite animals, and when we started to ask my grandpa what his favorite animal was, we could barely get the words out when he said very excitedly COW! We got a kick out of that, so later on we bought him a round stuffed cow. We’re not sure what he really thought about the cow, but from then on he kept it by his side on the table next to his chair. Sometimes he would even sit his cow on his lap while he read the newspaper☺.

Our Grandpa wore the hat of Family Devotion as he and my Grandma traveled to visit their grandchildren who have lived in many places across the country. No distance was too great for them. There was never a place their grandchildren lived that they haven’t visited at least once.

Our Grandpa wore the hat of long suffering. I don’t think anybody wore this hat with as much grace as our Grandpa. He was the epitome of endurance. It was hard to watch as he suffered from the physical pains of mortality, but I never heard him utter a single complaint. He always talked of his afflictions with a wishful heart, but never a bitter tongue. As much as we miss him, we are grateful he’s free from his pains.

The last hat I want to mention is that our Grandpa wore the hat of righteousness. A couple of days ago my Grandma mentioned that as someone passes on it’s comforting to know that they led a righteous life. This is how we feel about our Grandpa. I just want to read one last quote that my Cousin Richard shared. He said, “I have the great blessing and honor of bearing (my Grandpa’s) first name as my own, and to stand to the world as an example of it. If I could do one thing for him, it would be to live up to the worthiness of that name, and always do so throughout my life. No doubt one day I will stand before him, and he will ask me what I’ve done with his good name. He has been an example at all times for one to exercise conduct worthy of a priesthood holder, a missionary, a father, a grandfather, and a disciple of Jesus Christ.”

We’re so grateful that our Grandpa chose to lead such a righteous life, and we look forward to the day when we can once again be with him.

Goodbye Grandpa...til' we meet again!

I don't even know where to begin about these last few weeks...I have cried more tears than I knew I could, said more prayers than I ever have, and felt more peace than I knew was possible. I have truly been blessed by my Heavenly Father's tender love.

A couple of weeks ago Dale and I went to visit my Grandpa at the Care Center he has been staying at. He'd been sick for a while and had just been moved from the Veteran's Hospital to this new place. As we walked in my Grandpa was sleeping, and I didn't really know what to do. I ended up waking him up, which I'm so glad now that I did. He seemed disoriented and didn't really know who we were, which was very surprising because he's been very lucid. It scared me. He kept asking my name, but he couldn't hear very well, and thought I said, "Peggy". Considering he doesn't know a Peggy, he was pretty confused. I'd ask him questions and he'd answer as if these were people I didn't know. He kept referring to my grandma as his "wife" as he politely told me about his daily activities. He told me how "his wife" would come visit him every day and how it "brightened up his life" (a famous grandpa saying). About halfway through our visit he said, "Okay, we need to get this figured out" and starting asking me all sorts of questions about who I was. Finally, as I told him I was a teacher, and that Dale played the piano, he made the connection. What relief! We talked about his pains and he happily gave me the "Neck Brace Countdown" (he had broken his neck 2 months earlier). He just wanted to have his neck "Brace Free" and to go home. He kept mentioning too how disoriented he felt. He couldn't see very well with the brace on, and never knew what time it was. He didn't know whether it was day or night. Before we left we promised we'd visit again soon and bring him a CD of Dale's music and a big clock...and Dale joked about bringing him a pizza too (Grandpa had been on a liquid diet for weeks because they were afraid he'd choke with the neck brace on). This was the last time I heard him laugh. It melted my heart.

This next part I still feel guilty about. It's my deepest regret, and I'd do ANYTHING to change it. Dale and I didn't have the chance to come back the next week (that was the week we lost our sweet little Mikkie). Then my sister and her husband had a baby blessing on Sunday, and Dale and I told my Grandma we'd go visit my Grandpa the next day, which was a Monday, and that we'd bring him his clock. My Aunt Dawn had offered to bring him one, but he'd refused, saying that I was going to. Monday was a long day. I got out of school around 6, then we came home and finished up some things and then got dinner ready. By the time we headed to the store to but the clock it was around 8:30. When we left the store I was tired, and I started to worry about waking up my Grandpa. This is when I started thinking maybe we'd visit the next day instead. I called my mom to make sure she thought my Grandpa was doing okay, and that he'd make it until the next day. We decided to wait, and we went to get pie at Village Inn instead (I feel awful about how selfish this was), thinking I would go on Tuesday with my sister. When I made this decision I felt a bad feeling creep deep in my heart. I don't even know how to describe it...it was an unsettled feeling...a feeling of almost despair. It didn't leave me all night. I prayed that night that things would work out and that I'd be able to visit my Grandpa the next day. As I was climbing into bed I told Dale I should've gone...I think somehow I knew then that things weren't right.

The next day I left school right at 4. Dale had made dinner before work, and we were just sitting down eating when my Mom called Dale's phone. She had tried calling me, but mine was still on silence from being at work. She asked if I had left to visit my Grandpa yet, and I told her I was going to drop Dale off at work and then head over. Then she told me that he had passed away earlier that day. I couldn't believe it...I broke down crying. I was so mad at myself! Why had I been so selfish the night before? I should've gone. I could've had one last visit. I talked to my mom for awhile, and then took Dale to work. I decided to go over to my Grandma's house and visit...though I was nervous how she'd react. For whatever reason I honestly believed in my heart that she'd be upset that I didn't go over when I said I would. As I walked in my Grandma was sitting in her chair watching T.V., but she got up and hugged me as I cried and told her how Sorry I was. She admitted it hadn't hit her yet. She was with him when he died, and she mentioned how peaceful it was. I needed that. As I was driving home later that night I knew that my Grandpa didn't want me to feel guilty...that he loved me, and that he was now pain free.

I am once again so grateful for the knowledge we have of Eternal Families. I have been reflecting a lot lately about our life here on earth, and the mission we have to fulfill. I don't know why we lost Mikkie and my Grandpa so close together, but it has really made me contemplate what I need to do to do to be able to be reunited with them. There's no doubt in my mind that they are once again with our Savior, and that gives me comfort...and peace.

Missing Mikkie...

I don't even know where to begin...it's been one of those weeks I wouldn't wish on anyone. Last Saturday Dale and I got the call that our sweet little niece Mikkie fell in the pool and wasn't breathing. Mikkie had been life flighted to the hospital and her parents were driving to the hospital to meet her. Dale and I knelt down in prayer and asked that Mikkie's life would be spared and that Laura and Tim would be comforted, but to let us be accepting of "His will." As Dale was praying a feeling of peace rested in my heart. I didn't say anything to Dale until we were on our way to the hospital...it was a definite peace that radiated through me, but was it an assurance that she'd live or comfort to accept the unthinkable? As I told Dale how I was feeling, he said he had a similar experience. We both assumed that meant our sweet little Mikkie would be okay. But Heavenly Father must have needed her in Heaven, because she passed away a short while later. My heart ached for for her sweet parents and 3 year old sister, and still does...but I am SO grateful for the gospel in my life. What a truly great blessing it is to know that if we live worthily we will one day be reunited with her and that her sweet little family will be intact for eternity.

Rollerblades and Road Rash

I guess I should start out by admitting that I am a huge klutz. Apparently I have absolutely no sense of balance and should not be allowed on rollerblades. Dale on the other hand is amazing. Tonight he was jumping benches and swerving in and out of basketball hoops with the grace of an olympian speed skater, while I was trying desperately to keep myself from eating gravel. We had the genius idea of taking up rollerblading a couple of weeks ago. It sounded completely harmless. We both knew I wasn't terrific, but thought if I practiced enough I would get the hang of it. So in our niaveness we went out and bought ourselves some brand new rollerblades. I will admit that we were trying to be smart and we also purchased me some nice knee pads and wrist guards. We've been out a few times and I've taken a few falls...more than I'd like to admit! Let's just say that my wrist guards are worn in :).


My rollerblades are the top ones and Dale's are the sleek black ones.


Well, tonight we went rollerblading with some friends, and we ended up at the top of a very LARGE hill. Hills terrify me...well, it's not actually the hill itself that scares me, but the speeding down and not being able to stop myself that sends shivers down my spine. Dale and I have conquered this problem in the past by tag teaming. He leads and I hold onto his waist and he guides us slowly down the hill. It's worked before, so once again we took off down the hill, Dale gracefully gliding and me clinging desperately to him. We started out pretty slow...but then we started going faster and faster until we were passing cars with ease. The only problem was that my feet couldn't quite keep up. I started wobbling and then just as we were nearing the bottom I lost control and tumbled to the ground, bringing Dale with me. I'm not quite sure what happened after that, except that Dale skidded and rolled, then came to a halt. He sat up with kind of a dazed look on his scratched up bleeding face, then jumped up and just shook it off. Poor guy, he got the worst of it. I'm not sure how I only managed a skinned elbow, because he's got a skinned face, knee and hip. The really sad part of all of this? It only makes me more determined to learn to rollerblade! So, instead of hanging up my skates and moving onto a sport that requires less coordination, we'll be back on the road as soon as we heal. Wish me luck!

Dale's battle wounds...all because he was trying to be a gentleman!



The pictures don't do it justice! What a sweet hubby I have!

Fun in the SUN!

Our Fabulous Mother's Day Weekend Getaway....to Parowan of course :). We also hit up St. George, which is where our Miniature Golf pics came from. We had a great time together, and we did a lot more than just miniature golfing, but for some reason we didn't take pictures of anything else! A lot of good came from this trip- Dale can finally say he has officially seen all of Parowan- I drug him on a Historical Parowan Tour. He saw the famous Parowan Gap and the equally exciting cemetery where he was privileged (YES, I did say privileged :) to see the gravestone of the first Martyr from Southern Utah. Super exciting, let me tell you! We Parowanites are proud of our heritage :).

What a stud! I especially love how you can see the shadow of me taking the picture!

Crazy hair! It was super windy :)



Dale looks guilty in this pic...he probably is :)


Aw...lovin life with my hubby!

Time for an update :)

The last few months have been crazy busy and I decided something had to go, so it ended up being my blog. But I'm feeling a little less frazzled now so I'm excited to get back to posting! Dale and I moved to a new deluxe 2 BEDROOM apartment in October and are glad to be here!!! We have a killer amount of cupboards and an extra bedroom that has now become the storage/piano/craft/computer room...gotta love it! We love our new ward and love being here together! It's been a great move for us. Hmmm...what else has happened in the last few months...Dale put on his first Christmas Concert in December and it was a great experience! He did an incredible job and I can't wait to see what's in store for him as he continues to work on his piano career. He has also started teaching piano lessons (after some pushing on my part :), and is a great teacher! I'm still teaching school and absolutely love it, though I am probably more excited than my kids to be going off-track on Friday. Dale and I are both loving life and are super happy where we're at right now. I am definitely blessed!

P.S. Today is Valentine's Day, and check out the BEAUTIFUL flowers and DELICIOUS chocolate my sweet hubby surprised me with this morning! He was gone when I woke up, and he returned with a smile on his face and these sweet treats! Then he took me out to P.F. Changs for a wonderful Valentine's Night Dinner :). Chocolate and a sweetheart husband...what more could a girl ask for?




B-E-A-U-TIFUL flowers and delicious chocolate! There was more chocolate, but I devoured it before we could get a pic :) That's how good it was!