Married to an old man...

I am not good at planning things. For some reason, it stresses me out more than it should. I like the after fact of planning things, I like when they go smoothly, but I just am not a good planner. So you can imagine how now that my mind is even more jumbled, I just couldn't wrap my it around planning something. I know. Worst Wife Ever. So to make things easier on me, and make it seem like I really thought things through, we decided to go to St. Geroge for his big day and made a fun weekend out of it. It was a much needed little get away!! Here are some highlighs of the weekend:

• Snacking, sleeping, and gabbing Sam's ear off on the way down




• Stopping in Cedar to have lunch with Jessica P. Stoneman.




• Finding out our hotel room was a lot cooler than we thought it would be.




• Buying myself a swimming suit on HIS bithday (It was on sale!! I already mentioned I was the worst wife ever)




• Having the whole pool to ourselves the first night




• Sleeping in everyday. (though not as late as I would have hoped....they stopped the breakfast at 9)




• Getting hooked on a Lifetime Movie, "The Party Never Stops."




• Going on a super fun hike, stumbling over my own feet and falling, then laughing so hard I just about wet myself. No joke.




• Eating at Jack In The Box




• Sam seeing Just Dance 2 was on sale and chose that as his birthday gift. (ya...didn't even pick a surprise gift for him. Boy, hit and miss this year on my part)




• Not getting sick after EVERYTHING I ate. Just a few things.




• Watching the BYU game at Wing Nutz with his friends. Ok so I don't like to watch sports, but at least I did something nice for just him on this weekend right? And I had fun with the peanuts.




• Driving to Vegas (sleeping the whole time) walking the strip, finding the cheapest foods to eat, and driving back late (again, I slept the whole time)




• Walking around the Temple grounds talking about our future.




• Finding a sacrament meeting where lo and behold, Sam knew someone there.




• Not having a set schedule. And just enjoying each other.

It was hard coming home. We really had fun. And even though I don't feel like I made this trip special for Sam, he seemed to be having a fun time. In fact, I just confirmed with him and yes, he did have fun. So Happy 25th Birthday Sam. You are the best husband and I promise: next year I'll be better. Maybe I'll even get you a cake. Or a pie.

I love you!!