The Beginning of the End March 11, 2008
Posted by Emily in : Family, My Handsome Husband, Princess Hannah, Saba , add a commentIs today a holiday? Because when I woke up this morning, I honestly wondered if it was Easter, or Christmas, or some other obscure holiday I was unaware of because it felt like a holiday. You see, We’re almost done. Yesterday, David took his last block exams. Ever. How can I even explain how excited we are? He has a few other exams to take before we leave the island, but he is no longer getting new information. Everything from now on is review. Kind of scary to think that he is actually DONE. DONE with lectures, new information, and block exams. DONE with his didactic career. FOREVER. I’m not sure we even know how to behave to be honest. David has been in school for a century, how are we supposed to live life now?
Well, let me tell ya, we started off by celebrating that’s for sure! He didn’t get home till 6:00 PM, (which is very late for him, but one of his exams was later in in the afternoon), so I kept Hannah awake just long enough to say “night night” to her daddy before putting her to bed. Hannah is sort of a party pooper because she LOVES, I repeat, LOVES to go bed at 6:00 PM, EVERY NIGHT. No exceptions. She loves to sleep as much as I do, and truthfully, THANK GOODNESS. This means David and I have every evening to ourselves. It almost feels like we never had a kid . . .
Dave cooked up some steaks and we had sparkling grape juice (the Mormon alternative to wine). We then made smores over the burning coals of the grill. The grill smelled like a campfire, and made both of us smell like one too. Not my favorite smell since I am not a fan of campfires or camping. However, making smores brought back memories of girls camp as a youth. I was never really a fan of them at the time, and last night I was reminded why. THEY ARE TOO SWEET. It is impossible for David to eat anything that is too sweet, but I have a very low threshold for sweet stuff. I am a salt-aholic. I would expound on my love for salty things, or just PLAIN ROCK SALT in general, but then I might reveal that I have issues. Trust me, I have salt issues.
We ended the night falling asleep to “The Da Vinci Code” (a movie we had both seen before ) so neither one of us felt guilty about pooping out on the other one. My only regret? WE FELL ASLEEP SMELLING LIKE A CAMPFIRE. That means we have the smell of the grill embedded into our pillows and sheets, and clothing, and stuff. YUCK. We completely broke one of “Emily’s Carninal Rules of Life”, and that is “NEVER, EVER, EVER, GO TO BED STINKY. EVER.”
Like I said before, I have issues.
