Happy Anniversary to Us!

We decided to have an anniversary adventure this year so we headed to Cali.

Our destination was Sacramento where we had some planned activities.
First up was the Crocker Museum.

We saw lots of great art but wasted too much time at the beginning looking at the more modern pieces.  It turns out they are my favorite.  I didn’t know that before we went.
Looking at art makes one hungry . . . where else would we go?

It was a great lunch, giving us enough energy to go shopping . . .

which wouldn’t have been as exciting if we had one closer to where we live.
And we drove home. . .

We are so fortunate to live in such a beautiful area and not too far away from things we don’t have.
What better way to spend one’s anniversary . . . than with each other!

Well Duh, It’s What We Do . . .

A trip to So Cal always includes what?  (easy answer if you know Paul at all!)

Paul always goes with a plan.  This time he wanted to take a photo of the entrance of each land.  I wanted to play along even though I wasn’t too concerned about the quality. . . .




I got most of the different entrances, but not all.  It’s alright, because Paul did!
We also amused ourselves by posing for the camera on the rides that snap your photo.  We weren’t nearly as creative as the others riding with us.

(I leaned the wrong way!)

How did we manage to ride so many times?  Because we picked the perfect day to go. . . .
It was NOT crowded and the weather was ideal.
This braille map cracked me up. I don’t know why.  I guess I wondered how a blind person could maneuver through the park on a typical day much less find the braille map. But at the same time, it was super cool because it’s those kinds of details that the folks at Disneyland think of.


We tried out a new restaurant and paid beaucoup bucks for a tasty torte that was smaller than my hand (and I have little hands). . .

We took notice of Club 33, a place we will never get to go.

By late afternoon we were pooped and looked for ways to rest up.  . . like watching a show . . .


going on the Jungle Boat Cruise . . .

and the monorail. 

We must be getting old because we decided that we were done. . . hours before closing time.  (shhhhhh. . . don’t tell)
We love going to Disneyland, but the adventure each time becomes a bit different.  Though we didn’t spend as many hours in the park as we have in the past, we still enjoyed our jaunt to the Happiest Place on Earth.

Almost 18 Weeks But Who’s Counting?

Gulp!
A few days shy of 18 weeks from my surgery, I packed up my tennis bag and headed out to the tennis courts. . .

and walked on by!

This was my goal ^
I *tried* to hit a few tennis balls off the backboard.  Oh my goodness.  It was hard, but it was so wonderful.
I didn’t last long, but I knew I wouldn’t.  Slow and steady wins the race.  There was no way I was willing to reinjure my arm on the first day out.
Then I went home and iced it.
It was a good great day.

Two Years and Five Days, But Whose Counting?

As much as you get excited for your missionary to leave. .. ,

nothing compares to the return home.  True, we did have five telephone conversations and seen a few photos, but that is not the same.
We headed to the airport and got there just in time for the plane to land.

We waited patiently for the passengers to deplane.


Did I say patiently?

It’s hard to see him, but he’s coming!!!!

(The above would have been better if I weren’t so darn excited and had a hard time focusing.)
Did he change?  You tell me:
Before

After:

It was a joyous occasion