seven years

 Kevin and I have been marrried for seven years now. If you are not yet married, I highly recommend getting married in September. I understand it isn't the most convenient month of the year for a wedding, but you'll be thanking yourselves every year on your anniversary. I swear, it is always beautiful on September 10th. Always. This year it was my turn to plan it, and we had such a fun time. Marlee and Luke stayed the night so we could leave early in the morning to go yardsaling. Not romantic, but we have a great time whenever we get the chance to go together. It's a throwback to our earliest days when we furnished our first apartment by yardsaling with our wedding cash=)

We then went up to Salt Lake to the farmers market at pioneer park. It's totally hipsterish and not really the sort of thing we'd normally do, but we had such a fun time. We bought a big bag of peaches, some ethnic food, a few tomatoes and sat under a tree and ate it all. We took our time. It seems we never take our time anymore. Even when we go out, I feel a sense of urgency to get back, or make the most of the time away and it's always a little stressful. Marlee and Luke and Mikelle were all babysitting, and we had a big chunk of hours to spend without a lot on our list of things to do. It was so great.

After seeing all we wanted to at the farmers market, we went to a nearby park and played big boggle at a picnic table in the shade. It felt like heaven outside and there was a perfect tree situated right behind Kevin, making the whole scene almost too idyllic. He won almost every time, but that's alright. He usually does. Every now and then I blow him out of the water with huge words. He's more consistent, finding more little words every time. It keeps things pretty even, but still interesting. We're a good match, Kev and I.

On Sunday we had some time and so we took the boys back up to the park we'd gone to in Salt Lake. It's actually memory grove, a Utah veteran's memorial. We stay in our church clothes on Sunday as a reminder of the sabbath day. It (sortof) helps the boys not be (so) rough and tumble. There were only a few other kids at the park, and although my boys looked handsome and behaved pretty well, we weren't well received. If looks could talk I think we'd have heard a lot of "this is Salt Lake, we have dogs here, kids just aren't the thing anymore, you poor, unenlightened little mom. Do you realize what you are doing to the planet by having all of those!" Now I know I sound like I was reading into things too much, but I'm not particularly observant or self conscious in general, we just do our thing. But we were getting some serious looks. Head shaking and raised eyebrows without the hint of a smile. Oh, salt lake residents. You don't know what you're missing!

We can't imagine a better way to spend 7 years.

 but that's just us.