Today, we had a nice family outing. We wrapped Talia up and walked to the next neighborhood.
The nice thing about having a baby is that she doesn't care where we're going. She adores the outdoors. She even let us hold her hands.
Jake took this opportunity to teach Talia a little of what we know of the world.
"That's a fire hydrant. Dogs pee on it."
"That's a mail box."
"That's a tree."
"That's a pink jeep. I feel sorry for whoever drives it."
"That's a map of where we live."
"That's a No Parking sign. In Provo, they actually mean it."
"Those are workers. Don't talk."
If any of you have ever read "The Elegance of the Hedgehog", guess what.
I observed a Movement of the World last weekend.
Yes! I did!
It happened when I was watching the xx live at Coachella.
I mildly liked their music before this moment. I mean, I thought it was okay. But as I watched them, something was happening. Especially in/around the girl. She doesn't have the build of a supermodel or anything, but she was breathtaking.
I think maybe it's because she was in her music; performing what she created in a perfect way. She seemed elevated, ethereal.
her, I felt like I do when I put a stroke down on a painting that was
right. Like I do after I have been searching for a color for hours and
finally found it. And suddenly the painting is finished and it is right.
They really are a good band. And now I can say that I listen to minimalist goth music.
I absolutely love surprises.
So naturally, one of my favorite things about Jake is that he likes surprising me.
About a month ago, he kidnapped me and took me on a date. He even provided a babysitter (thank heaven for sisters).
He called five minutes before he got home from class, and when he had hung up, I ran to my closet and frantically began pulling clothes off the hangers. It was like a first date; I had no idea what to wear.
Thankfully, I had experimented earlier that day with a hairdo I found on Pinterest.
We ran around the mall like teenagers, walked in and out of stores and restaurants, ending up at McDonalds with a new pair of printed jeans in my shopping bag.
Maybe it's materialistic, maybe it's youthful. All I really know is that I got a heck of a good husband.