Temple Square on My Birthday

I'll admit, I didn't plan a wedding of service on my birthday, but it happened. Of course I dragged my family along for the adventure since it was my birthday, and don't worry, I got my free firehouse sub for the drive up. I wanted to check out the family history museum and walk Lexi around temple square, but hopefully they enjoyed it without me. I know Mr Smith did. I was whining about Mr Smith making us pay $10 parking to go underground. I just think it's crazy even if it keeps the car cool and avoids the search. We are both fairly frugal, but the difference is, Mr Smith doesn't let money stress him out. I basically die when we don't save money where we could have, even a buck. I mean I'm getting ulcers just thinking about it. Any way, I know God heard and prompted a guy to go out of his way to give us a free parking token. Thank you birthday blessing. Basically it just got me off my husband's back. He doesn't like to carry me. He also doesn't like to take a s i n g le photo of the children while I'm gone. Not a one. Why you ask? Partly because he doesn't care and partly because "there were too many other children around" and that makes him feel awkward. I kinda get it. Buuuut I love photos of my kids.

No, she isn't saying "cheese" because I hate that. She is saying "smile!" which has the same effect gosh darn it.

It was a beautiful Memorial Weekend. The weather was perfect. There is so much character in SLC; I wish I made it up there more often. Definitely the place to be for photoshoots, but it isn't my world at the moment. And honestly, I'm ok if being among the SLC temple photographers is never my world. People are high maintenance if you ask me, but I guess there's added pressure for perfection when you're paying the big bucks for photos. I'm too cheap to know. But this is what free gets you... a husband who "tries" to be a photographer who would rather die than be in a photo himself, a baby who just wants back in the stroller and a toddler who can't focus for 2 seconds. Life is beautiful. I hope I don't look like I'm getting older. Let's freeze time. Just kidding. I like watching my kids grow up.

I also got REALLY lucky with timing and one of my best college friends was visiting for the weekend and was at the mall across the street. So we went and had dinner with them and watched the kids play. It's never enough, but it was a good moment in time.

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