A Chick-Fil-A Anniversary

There are certain realities the wife of an accountant must face. Like spending your anniversary alone. For every foreseeable year. As long as your husband is still an accountant. So here is my first lonely anniversary. Which actually ended up being quite nice. But still quite husbandless.

Jeff managed to slip away from work for a quick lunch at the romantic Chick-Fil-A.

See. I told you it was romantic.

The familiar crunch of a freshly greased waffle fry sent me back to my Georgian childhood. We loved going to Chick-Fil-A in Georgia. It was actually one of the things I missed most after moving to Utah.

I was in heaven.

Eli enjoyed his first waffle fry experience. He was such a good boy at lunch!

I kissed Jeff goodbye and he was back to the grindstone.

I went home and read a book while Eli took his afternoon nap. Then I decided to try a recipe my sister had shared with me. She has been our dinner source for the last few meals. She has even got me cooking with onions, garlic and cranberries, oh my!

Eli woke up mid-cooking. So he had his way with the bottom kitchen drawer filled with towels.

The kitchen was a disaster. And it was about this time I was feeling really sorry for my mom because her whole house looked about like this the last time I saw it with the entire family in town.

I thought it would be fun to let Eli roam around in our backyard while I did some much needed weed pulling. Eli kept himself busy by shoving handfuls of dirt into his mouth as soon as I'd look away. And just after my Grandma warned me about worms.

I probably could have wiped the dirt off his face after I got that first picture, but I kind of got used to it there. After our yard grooming and eating we paced the sidewalk, enjoying the fresh air.

It was a relaxing day for me. Happy Anniversary to us!