Home Sweet Home
Friday we had dinner at a new place called Current. It’s seafood, and was delicious. Other happenings during the week included Logan getting a calling (keep reading for details…spoiler alert, he escaped the primary), and me going to a c-c-c-crazy acupuncturist in Park City for an appointment that took 3 and a half hours, leaving after a fairly intense philosophical Chinese indoctrination with a bottle of “anxiety gone” pills tucked in my purse. Not kidding. My favorite line of his: “You know what manure made out of?” Me: “Poop.” Him: “YES!! Ha. Ha. Haaaaah!! Poop make things grow. Crappy people in life – they make you grow. You say, thank you, crappy people! Thank you for make me grow!” I definitely have another appointment set up with him.
This weekend was an anomaly for us - we woke up in our own bed Saturday morning! We slept in for awhile, then did laundry and dishes, a bathroom scrub down, and Logan put away all of the new kitchenware we acquired this week when we finished our registries. We LOVE our kitchen, it’s Martha-Stewart amazing. We were grateful for the abundance of matching dishes when we hosted a dinner on Sunday for four of our dear friends. (Logan is either a. rolling his eyes at me or b. smiling smugly because every single time he goes to buy something, I say “I don’t think we really need that, we’ll never use it…” and then, invariably…we actually do need that lemon squeezer or two types of cookie dough scoopers or three varieties of popcorn makers.) After a day of cleaning house and grocery shopping, Logan cooked me an AMAZING dinner of steak, crack potatoes, and vegetables. It was divine (both the company and the food). He then took me for our first couple’s massage. Let’s have some couple’s massage real talk for a sec, k? A couple’s massage is a normal massage, except for your partner is in the room with you. You are too far away to hold hands, and you don’t really want to talk because the whole point is to get all zen and relaxed, amiright? So it’s not like it’s a huge mystery/weird sexually charged experience. It’s not. It’s chill, it’s lovely, and it means you both get pampered at the same time. Logan was super tight and kept breathing heavy and making wincing sounds. It was a cute reminder that he was there with me, and I thought it was pretty hilarious. We came home afterwards and ate a cazookie (Logan’s baking prowess is spot on) while we watched an episode of Quantico on our couch. We hardly ever watch t.v. down there, so it was kind of a cute experience and reminded us of our dating days.
Sunday was equally, if not more, lovely than Saturday. We woke up to the sound of wind and rain blowing through the trees in a delightful scene that made me feel like we were living in one of those “rainforest nature sounds for relaxation” videos on youtube. I was in heaven. We read scriptures together and then read from Clayton Christensen’s “The Power of Everyday Missionaries.” It brought an incredibly sweet spirit into our home, and we basked in it the rest of the day. We meal prepped during the morning, and then headed to 1pm church, where Logan was sustained and set apart for his new calling. He is assistant executive ward clerk. The brother who set him apart was from El Salvador, and, prior to giving the blessing, mentioned this was his first time doing so in English. Logan responded in Spanish, telling him he would understand if he did it in Spanish. So Loags was set apart in Spanish, and it was a delightfully sweet experience for both of us. I was so incredibly proud of him, and my heart was full of gratitude for his goodness. After church, we had dinner with Bre, Cali, Hannah, and Heidi. It was so fun to have them in our home, and we loved catching up with them. We all ate enough to basically destroy our bowels, but it was so good that it was worth it. Logan and I watched another episode of Quantico to round out the night, followed by weekly planning. It was a wonderful weekend.
