So we were supposed to fly kites this week. I got a really nifty kite from Costco and a baby-sitter all lined up. Excitement abounded. I love flying kites. It's whimsical. It's fun. It's different. It's playful. It's outside.
And then ... My Man got sick.
REALLY sick. His lymph nodes are like grapefruits and his fever raised the temperature in our room a couple degrees.
So I cancelled the baby-sitter, took the kids to fly kites, and laid out on the trampoline with My Man. (He needed some fresh air.)
We talked about the end of the world, food storage, depression and how to shield our children from pornography. A stimulating conversation.
Oh, and we took turns shielding each other from the blinding sun.
Now that's true love.
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Now that is true romance! :)
It's the real deal. Will and Kate could learn a lot from you two.
I think that sounds like the best date yet.
p.s. I had this incredibly intricate dream about bringing my family down there to hang with your family and it was all kinds of awesome. And then, this evening in the mail? A card from you. How amazing is that? Love you!
Man I hope Jason comes home and gets sick.
Sweet. :)
We flew kites this week, too! Must be a very spring-like thing to do (although I imagine Arizona has felt like spring much longer than Utah has).
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