We had had an emotional week and weekend and we promised that for at least one evening we would not talk about any of the things we had been dealing with. And we tried to not talk about the kids either. Or work. Or the house. Some of you may be scratching your chin right now wondering what we DID talk about, but I am fortunate enough to have a husband who talks to me about our marriage, about how he can better serve me (it's good to be me), and about our goals and dreams.
After going to the temple we went to Madeline's in South Jordan and had all-you-can-eat crab legs. The meal also came with a rib eye steak, but get real. I was out to eat my weight in crab legs and I think I actually came close. We laughed as we accidentally splashed melted butter across the table and even flicked a rogue piece of crab meat every now and then. It was fun and flirtatious and just what the doctor ordered.
And at the end of the evening as we walked back into the house and my youngest ran up and hugged me I felt like clicking my red heels together and whispering, "There's no place like home."