Has It Really Been a Year?

Happy Anniversary, Baby!

Small and Super Things #5

It has been a while since my last Small and Super Things post, and as I am making preparations to head out of town for a family reunion I am starting to get excited for the next few days. Sadly, Mr. S can’t say the same. Spending time with extended family is not his idea of a good time. I’m pretty sure he would rather have a root canal. But he knows it’s important to me and that I love spending time with my family, so he puts on a good face. Well…actually, a sour one. But he goes. Even if it’s begrudgingly.

1- My noisy family. All of us, including 18 kids, will be trekking to our cabin for the next few days. Even my brother and his family who live in Taiwan are here!

2- Smores. Enough said.

3-Road trip!!!! I could add more exclamation points, but that might get annoying.

4-No work. Better yet, I am starting a new job when we get back.

5- Ending the trip celebrating our 1 year wedding anniversary. This portion of the trip will be far, far away from the noisy family and 18 kids.

I’m hoping Mr. S can come up with his own list by the time we get home, but I’m pretty sure numbers 1-5 will center around the same theme: Being back home away from Robyn’s noisy family. And if he still doesn’t have something to smile about, there is always that root canal.

I Wish I Would Have Been Born Naked

Today is my birthday. Oh, you didn’t know? Well that’s okay because I prefer to have my birthday celebrations last the entire month. Of course celebrating on the actual day is important, but if I can drag out lunch with friends, gifts and cards arriving on various days, and dragging the love out for as long as I can, I will. So it’s not too late to send that gift, email, or Facebook post my way. I don’t mind. I can wait.

Did you know that Fred Savage, of The Wonder Years fame, and I are the exact same age? I have no idea what time he was born, so he could have me beat by a couple of hours or even minutes, but we were born the same year on the same day. It’s also Tom Hanks birthday. Be sure to send him my best. And it’s also Argentina’s Independence Day. Someday I plan to go there for my birthday and soak in the euphoria of having an entire country celebrate my birth.

Not sure how I got to be so crazy about my birthday. Most of my friends and family, including Mr. S , prefered to stop celebrating once they reached a certain age. To me, making a big deal out of a birthday is the way it was intended. It’s a way to shout say “Hey world, I was born. And you are all better off because of it!” That might be going a bit too far, but you get the idea. It’s a day to celebrate YOU. A day where you can get away with just about anything because it’s your birthday. And if you are smart like me, you will do your best to have a birthday month. Or at the very least a birthday week. I promise I will make it a big deal. Just not as big as mine.

Happy Birthday, Mr. S!

Today is Mr.S’ birthday. He is the exact opposite of me and hates all the attention a birthday can bring. Not sure what is wrong with him, but if you see him on the street be sure to tell him “Happy Birthday!” He will love me for it.

Mr. S is not much of a cake guy, so he requested pie. Being the loving wife that I am I agreed to give it a shot. Mr. S gave me a cookbook titled, “Sweety Pies” for Christmas, so finding a good recipe wasn’t a problem. The problem would be if it came out looking nothing like the picture in the book. I figured worse case scenario if it didn’t work out there was always Marie Callendar’s. I am happy to report that it DID work out. I made my first ever strawberry-rhubarb pie, with a homemade crust to boot. No back up plan necessary. Mr. S has even requested I make it again. Definitely a good sign.

Pomp and Circumstance

It’s official, Mr. S is a college graduate! Working hard and doing 4 years of school in only 3, Mr. S received his Bachelor of Science in Sport Management from the University of Utah. I am so proud of him and all he has accomplished. He now has his eyes on an even bigger goal of getting his Masters degree, but one step at a time.

Mr. S’ mom was able to come visit from California and spend the weekend with us. It was a busy few days but we enjoyed the visit and she had fun seeing the sights of Salt Lake City. As well as a few of our favorite restaurants. Luckily I had a chance to cook on Sunday so she knows we don’t eat out ALL the time. But special occasions call for a meal prepared by someone else. Also thanks to my mom and dad, and Jack and Patty for traveling to share in Mr. S’ great achievement.

Sunshine and Roses

I love wearing bright colors this time of year. I love wearing pretty frocks that remind me of spring and make me want to skip through a field of wildflowers while singing show tunes. I equally love that I just used ‘frocks’ in a sentence.

So imagine my joy when I found the perfect dress to wear to Mr. S’ graduation. When I first laid eyes on the dress, in all its sunshine yellow glory, I knew we were meant to be. Pretty things and I just mesh well together. It was a little out of my price range. I mean, it’s not like I was the one graduating. But I was going to be in pictures too and wanted to make sure the man of the hour looked his best. And if that included some arm candy proudly standing next to him, then I would do my duty as a wife and look my best too. And I was right about the dress. We were made for each other.

And as a gesture of his appreciation, Mr. S had roses delivered to my office. He graduates and I get flowers. I feel pretty, oh so pretty…