Sunday was my 18th anniversary. Holy cow! Has it really been 18 years? I feel older every day.
Anyway, Dean and I had to go run some errands Saturday night and left Lindsie in charge of the boys. When we got home, we found this:
She had this whole candle light dinner all set up. You can't tell because of the flash, but she had it all dark with the windows covered with blankets, had candles going, had love songs playing on the stereo and had even cooked dinner! She locked the boys in their rooms and then she was our "server." Then she cleaned it all up and turned on a movie for us with banana splits.
Jarod came down later and complained that Lindsie made him stay in his room and wouldn't let him come down and watch us eat our romantic dinner. THANKS LINDSIE!!






