One Sixteenth

Two years ago today, Murray's reflections on turning thirty set into motion a chain of events that led to us meeting. And today, on his 32nd birthday, I'm happy to announce that he has almost spent one sixteenth of his life with me. I'm one lucky gal.

Murray took the day off work so that we could celebrate properly. We started the day by sleeping in and I didn't even wake him up [on purpose]. When he did wake up, I even tried to ignore him and not make eye contact (much like I do to Gulliver so as not to stimulate him and wake him up further) in case he wanted to drift blissfully back to sleep, but he announced that he was up. So I rushed downstairs to make him a bacon and egg breakfast and brought it back up and served it to him in bed. Then we had gifts, because we're the type of people who can't wait till dinner time for gifts.

We both got ready quickly when Gulliver fell asleep for his long morning nap at about 11:30 and by 12:00 we were out the door and on our way to the BYU museum to see their current exhibit. My favorite part was the installation art. I don't know why I get such a kick out of this stuff. Here are our numerous pictures from the event.




(This one is made from plum sauce [or some sort of ginger sauce] condiment packets.)







(This Norman Rockwell was my favorite piece of the day. I just love it so much that I wanted to steal it.)

We enjoyed lunch at the MOA cafe and then headed to the podiatrist for cast removal, another big, fun birthday activity. It was a little disconcerting to have a saw cut through my cast and then touch my skin without cutting me. When the cast was removed, I finally got to see what my foot looked like and it was so horrifically disgusting that I will not post the picture that I took. But I will link to it here.



After cast removal, we headed to Murray's parents' home where I took the opportunity to shower (for the first time in 3.5 weeks) and give my decrepit foot a proper cleaning. We visited a little, then left Gulliver with Grandma so that we could enjoy dinner at Mi Ranchito's where Murray got to wear a sombrero.


Then we went to Target to get some diapers because Gulliver had blown through two outfits and his whole day's diaper supply. There were a couple other things I wanted at Target, but the doctor told me that I should be doing anything as ambitious as grocery shopping, so I decided that it was time to really use the handi-cart. Murray was appropriately humiliated, but not so much that he couldn't enjoy laughing at my expense. Especially when I tried to back up but the thing started beeping, and then I flat out refused to back up because that is just undignified.





After dropping diapers off to Grandma, Murray and I headed to the dollar movie to watch Valkyrie. I had to get up half way through because I was falling asleep, and I spend twice as much money on a beverage than we paid for admission to the movie. As it turns out, we were both falling asleep. It was kindof a snoozer of a movie and not really worth watching. Could have been a good story. But as it is, we didn't care about any of the characters. And we couldn't even actually hear Tom Cruise's dying words. Oops. I gave that away. Welp. I mean, you know that he doesn't succeed in killing Hitler, so how else did you think it would end?

So that pretty much sums up our day. All in all, it was splendid, fantastic, and magnificent. I am so lucky to be married to a man who enjoys doing fun, interesting things, and who I love to spend every possible moment with. I had so much fun today that you would have thought it was my birthday. Happy birthday, Murray. I love you.

4 comments:

Sun Soak said...

bahaha. love the link to your decrepit foot! happy birthday to murray indeed!

daltongirl said...

Happy birthday, Murray! We thought of you yesterday and raised a glass to wish you many happy returns.

Love that "I Spy" guy. Am wanting to go to that exhibit, but after the summer MOMA fiasco, daltonboy flat out refuses. Must take Lola.

I think I have that exact same garbage bag exhibit in my carport right this very minute.

Saw the Rockwell at some point last summer, maybe in NYC? Or maybe it's been at BYU for a while. Loved it as well.

Anonamom said...

The very best part of your riding the scooter through Target is that you were wearing long jeans, thereby covering up the whole healing sore foot-thing. So you have to know that everyone was judging you.

Roxie said...

If I ever break my foot, I want a cool looking cast like that.

In fact, I just might break my foot so I can get a cool looking cast like that AND ride the little carts at the store. I'll remember not to back up though.