Yesterday was Casey and my 4th wedding anniversary and I must say, I think it was our best one yet. We didn’t do anything crazy or out of the ordinary (unless you consider two stops for dessert out of the ordinary, which we don’t) but it was still just a real great day. It started out with us exchanging cards. And by that I mean I left a really nice letterpress card by Casey’s bag before I left for my morning walk with the dogs, so that he’d be sure to find it before he left for work… and when I returned from my walk, there was a freshly homemade card waiting for me on the table that included some very artistic drawings of Casey and I (as bears), the dogs, and a tiny bear drawn inside my belly. That card made me laugh, is what it did. It’s a framer for sure.
And then I unexpectedly had most of the afternoon off of work – which was so great but what I did with that afternoon off was clean the kitchen, do a load of laundry, read for about 20 minutes and then get some work-type writing done. Not the most terribly exciting way to spend an afternoon off, but hey. After all that excitement, the dogs and I were laying in bed waiting for Casey to get home and every 3 minutes or so I’d hear a fly buzz by and every 3.1 minutes or so I’d hear Eddie snap his mouth open and shut, trying to catch that fly. Which I thought was funny, but really I’d be so grossed out if he actually caught it. Eddie is also obsessed with the squirrels in our backyard. Every morning when we let him outside he sprints over to our magnolia tree, climbs halfway up it and waits for squirrels. And of course Casey and I look at each other and laugh but what the hell would we actually do if he caught a squirrel? I would freak.the.fack.out. Can you imagine?
So anyways. Casey made it home in record time (5:30!) so we had the joy of leisurely making our way to dinner at a fancy Mexican restaurant we’d been wanting to try. It was a perfect 75 degrees out and we got a coveted spot on the patio and all was well in the world. Although at one point when we were ordering our meals the waiter interrupted us and pointed at me and say “oh hey, you’re…. congratulations” as he pointed directly south of my neck. He obviously had caught a glimpse of my baby belly, but it caught me off guard because really only the top half of my stomach was visible above the table and so what I thought he was pointing at was my tator tots. I thought he was congratulating my boobs. So he’s standing there pointing at my chestal area and my face turns 50 shades of red and I basically just respond by saying “I’ll have the special”. And that’s the end of that story. But the food was great! And they whipped me up a virgin mojito which made me fee like a girl of 21 again. So fun. The best part was definitely the company though (awwww).
We followed up dinner by driving to NE Portland to a restaurant that’s known for their bread pudding. And if you know Casey, you know that bread pudding is his mistress. We seriously considered ordering the fried pickles along with the bread pudding, because Casey loves anything fried and I love anything edible at this point. But we refrained and stuck to the dessert which was ridiculous… I can’t really think about it without drooling down my shirt.
After we rolled ourselves out of that joint, I had the brilliant idea of hitting up a bakery we’d been wanting to try because it was still open and we were in the neighborhood and when all the stars align like that, you just have to do it. So off we went to food stop #3 where we bought a piece of toffee to share and some cinnamon rolls for this morning and like I said. It was the best anniversary, ever.
[ they served our bread pudding with a side of corn bread. which we ate, of course. can’t be rude… ]
[ And one throwback picture from our wedding because that’s what you do when you blog about anniversaries. ]
Love you times a million, baby daddy. xx