date night

Why the no teeth smile, I have no idea. I have officially decided it's not my best look. Nor is this outfit, particularly, but our babysitter showed up when my hair was still damp and I was in my sweats, so it came together rather quickly and forced. But hey! It worked.

Stephen and I got to have ourselves a date night! Though he's had all this time off, we haven't gotten a chance to spend much of it alone, and we thought a couple hours before heading off to see more family would do us some good. We made our way downtown searching for something that sounded yummy, walking past street musicians (two teenage boys singing/playing Greenday) and your usual Saturday night Boise crowd. We landed on mexican and people watched as we talked our way through our nachos. More meandering through town after dinner lead us into The Space Bar - a full arcade where they happen to sell beer over the tiny counter in the corner. It was old and gross and empty but an odd and perfect way to end our night (even though Stephen beat me in pin ball and ms. pac man) I am so thankful for this man and all that he does for our family. I hate to think I don't thank him enough or that he doesn't know just how much he is truly appreciated. It's so easy to get caught up in petty problems that aren't really problems at all, that you forget to look up and see who's dealing with you as you deal with those problems. He does a lot of dealing with me... But his farts stink so I think we're even ;) I love you, Stephen. Thank you for asking me to be your wife and thank you for taking me on a date to The Space Bar. Truly.