Happy Anniversary always starts with a good breakfast in bed around here :) We have figured out how to beat the Valentine's day system - having two sweetheart days only 2 weeks apart, I get Valentine's day to plan and execute, and Jon is the mastermind behind masterpiece anniversary days. This year marked our third year together.
It started with this mural of food, followed by an hour of trying to pick clothes for a family picture, followed by an hour in a tiny hardware store where we realized three things -
#1 It is almost spring.
#2 We needed to spend about $30 more than we planned to brace ourselves for the season.
#3 Our scheduled photo sitting was 15 minutes ago.
We raced to Sears, and lollied through a fun time with a sweet lady named Kelly. She likes Jack, and has taken his picture a few times for me before. Jack likes Kelly, the chairs in the studio, and the "tractors" out in front of the department store.
These are the last of the pictures we took on our Anniversary. You'll have to use your imagination a little from here.
After the pictures we raced home to change diapers, stuff little tummies, tuck in small boys, and cheerily wave farewell to a kind Grandma who was to be their guardian for the rest of the day. Thus, we exchanged a charming lunch at Andree's with overtired, albeit darling, children for a cozy lunch of shared soup and sandwich at panera with just each other (and the other 30 people eating there..) We kicked around some ideas, like crashing the Jazz concert we missed by an hour, but moved on to plan B. This entailed driving around looking in windows of houses for sale and trying backdoors and windows of the unoccupied ones. None availed us welcome entrance, but our imaginations soared as we dreamed of what a perfect house looks like to us. This took us out to the country lanes on the edge of Olathe, where we found the perfect location where you could only hear a plane in the sky, wind in the trees, and birds - lots of birds. Then we got lost trying to figure out how people get in and out of this area. Two hours later we meandered to Paulo and Bill's restaurant, on time for the first time all day we had the massive and enigmatic place to ourselves. We still aren't sure what we ordered, but it was fun.
Dashing home to get purtied up, we went from jeans to pearls in a neat 10 minutes and drove downtown to sit for an hour and a half under the soaring beauty of a father/son duet concert. The son played the flute, the father the organ. If asked to wager who would be first to reach the corners of the ornate, cavernous Catholic sanctuary, we would never have guessed it would be the flute. They were remarkable, accomplished musicians and the acoustics of the building were worthy of their quality.
After a stroll on the plaza we opted for a piece of pie while watching a lightning storm roll in. I wanted to park at the "dead end" signs, but Jon didn't believe they really meant it. So, squeezing our car through the metal sign posts (can cars actually suck their sides in?), we journeyed into forbidden land, which ended up being a labyrinth of yet to be used roads that led to the perfect vantage point at the edge of a large cliff with no street lights. The wind rocked our car and with the window down we listened to the thunder rumble closer and ate pie by the flashes in the sky.
Now, leather does have something to do with all of this. Really.
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