Yesterday was a big day for me. I returned from an overnight pastoral retreat, played Mario Cart with the boys, showered, took the kids to MacKenzie Park where we ate PB&J’s for lunch, then let the kids ride their bikes, fed some ducks with the leftover bread, stopped by the Hub City Cruzers Annual Car show, visited the Buddy Holly glasses statue, got home in time to read some of my John Adams book, fell asleep on the chair in the living room, woke up and hurried to Saturday Night services, hung out with 20 or so Elementary kids for an hour, took my family to Rosa’s Cafe for dinner, returned home to put the kids in bed, watched Pushing Daisies with my wife while she slowly fell asleep on the couch, then read some more of my John Adams book before I fell asleep at 11:00 pm. And all this on my 11th Wedding Anniversary.
My daughter summed it up best while talking at dinner about Daddy and Mommy’s wedding, when she asked,
“Who watched us when you were there?”
While I often remember the days before my children (eating out late, long vacations, road trips, sleeping in on Saturdays, etc…); I cannot remember much of what happened before I met Starr. I do know I was 17 years old, and that life sure was more fun with her around. So much fun that I asked her to marry me, and she did on June 13, 1998.
And don’t worry you romantics out there, later this week we’ll be taking a short 11 year Anniversary trip to Santa Fe, New Mexico. No kids!