Away

Scott and I thought it was high time for a two-person get-away. Well, three-person, if you count Tizzy.  As we were getting ready Saturday afternoon, Scott said, "OK, I have diapers, wipes, diaper rash, formula, a bottle and a binky."

"Sounds romantic," I said.  Everyone wanted to take pictures with us before we left.

This is a weird picture.  Where is the bottom half of my body?

 Our fearless babysitter.  Thanks, Golda!

We started our evening at a new Spanish tapas restaurant.  People really do go nuts for babies.  The older couple next to us just stared at her non-stop.  As Scott carried her out of the crowded restaurant, it was like the Red Sea parting to make way for the precious baby and her handsome father.  People, noticing her, would gasp and point. 

After a long, lazy dinner, I forced Scott to agree to an overnighter at the Ranch in Park City instead of abandoning our plans and going home.  It's so easy to go home, what with a dozen kids there waiting for us.  But sometimes you just have to follow through with your best intentions and GO!  We were glad we did.  The condo was relaxing and we were able to keep our dinner conversation going for hours, driving up the canyon and around Park City, and sitting by the cozy fire.  Tziporah behaved herself rather nicely, too.  It's good to connect again and feel, as opposed to just know, that you are in love.  The woman next to us at the restaurant who was admiring Tizzy said she thought Scott and I were newlyweds.  Aww, such a compliment!  I still feel like our relationship is brand-new compared to how far we have to travel.  In Scott's yearbook our senior year, I wrote, "There's more to come..."

Still true.

 Tizzy, relaxing by the fire

Scott, relaxing by the fire.  Sunday morning we were up with the sun, enjoying a beautiful drive down East Canyon.  The kids were ready for 9:00 church when we arrived.  Life doesn't get better than that!