2 a.m.

It doesn't seem that long ago that I was up at night with a new baby. Soon that baby grew up to a beautiful young woman who would not go to bed at night. When she was in high school, she would roam the house until the wee hours of the morning. As her parents, we used to constantly harp on her to just go to bed. But eventually, out of sleep deprived desperation, we would give in to sleep after saying prayers and passing out hugs and kisses. She would stay up organizing her room, or most likely finishing up a huge school assignment that she had left until the last minute. Recently we found out that she spent a lot of time on the phone talking to the boy that would eventually become her husband. When she moved out of our house, we found that we could close the house down at 10 p.m. with confidence that all the chickies were in and settled for the night. We finally caught up on our sleep.

This past weekend we had the chance to have this girl all to ourselves, and once again I found myself up until 2 a.m. on both nights that she was with us. The first night was due to a quick midnight run to Provo to pick up medication that she forgot to pack. The next night was due to watching a movie together at home (after going out to dinner and a movie at the theater) and the fact that the time changed to Daylight Savings.

Staying up until 2 a.m. is still fun with you, Kels! I know you were missing your sweetheart, but we loved spending time with you this weekend. Thank you for bringing your sweet, happy spirit to our home.

Playing Footsie

Steve, Kelsey and I went on a daddy/mommy/daughter date last night: dinner and a movie. As we sat down in our reserved seating at the megaplex (I love reserved seating! I pretty much get my same seat every time) and settled in for a few hours of escapism, the women next to me got up and changed seats with her male companion (date? husband?). While trying not to feel offended, I leaned over to Steve and asked him if my breath or body smelled. I soon learned what her intentions were: getting a killer leg and foot message from her movie going companion. It started out with her beautifully shod feet up on his lap (her shoes were darling, and I was THIS CLOSE to leaning over and telling her so) while he slowly rubbed his fingers up and down her lower leg and ankles. "Luckeee" (cue Napoleon Dynamite's voice), I thought to myself. I poked my elbow into Steve and said, "Now THAT'S the way to watch a movie. " Soon the movie was going, and I focused my full attention on the storyline so that I could figure it out and lean over to whisper to Steve what I knew was going to happen next (you really do not what to go to the movies with me, I can't help that I do this). After an exhilarating two hours, the credits were rolling and the house lights came up and I noticed that my companions to the left of me were still in the same position--she with her now unshod feet up on his lap--and he was messaging her naked toes and feet. Bless his heart, he had kept this up during the entire movie! I really hope he got a great reward for his efforts...I know Steve would've if the shoe was on (or off!) the other foot.