Tuesday, June 2, 2015
6 year anniversary!
Being our 6th year of lovah-life, it was Chad's year to plan. He had a few surprises up his sleeve for our stay at the hotel, but the kids and I just had to do SOMETHING for him while he was at work. So Carter, Kota and I first hit up See's Candy on that Friday to pick up some peppermint patties to fulfill the traditional candy obligations of this year's anniversary, then went to Target where we got him a few doo-dads, including some twinkle lights for the backyard. Next we went home to string those bad boys and assemble the present, complete with Carter and Kota's drawings. We set out the fire pit from Christmas last year, something we hadn't done yet because we haven't found the perfect spot for it. In my mind, s'mores take precedent over perfect-fire-pit-placement.
Chad then came home with our favorite Italian food and surprised me with my FAVORITE candy from our honeymoon (I inhaled at least 65 bags of Maltesers over there in Paris and Belgium), along with the alcoholic bevs from our 'moon, and the four of us ate outside and roasted mallows until the sun went down. It was so lovely! Truly such a joy to celebrate in our first home.
After the babes went to bed Chad and I sat outside with wine and then moved the party inside to cut up the limes for what was to be our staple drink of the weekend: margs!
Anyhoo, we grabbed our bathing suits, then left our luggage until we could officially check in. One very important thing in our bags was sunscreen. We totally got overcast burnt. We were red freaks after the first hour and a half of our fabulous trip, but hey, who cares when you're drinking a beer and admiring the scenery with your man! After arriving in our room following many hours of sunscreenless laying out, we got ready and headed to a beautiful rooftop dinner at Mozambique. We basically died up there in that corner table due to sense-over-stimulation. Great food, great company, great lodgings, great after dinner plans, great, great, great. Next we danced like hooligans to an 80's cover band where we gathered that we were the youngest people in the room by at least 25 years. It was awesome.
The next morning we took a little drive to explore Dana Point a bit, then headed back to explore the freezing cold resort, then took a two hour nap before heading down to the beach and pool where we, this time, used our sunscreen like maniacs. That night we went to Salt Creek Grill where we creeped on Alli who was our server, one of my best friends from Kindergarten. Then that night I slept for 11 hours straight. I'm not joking. 11 hours of sleep.
The next morning we unexpectedly picked up the kiddos early and brought them back for some pool time, then headed back to Corona in time for Kota's dance classes.
Last year, we wrote out our "before 30 bucket lists," and this year we came up with a sort of "family mission statement." Both occurrences were not planned, they just happened. Want to know what our super deep, very profound, philosophical, weighty family mission statement is?
"Don't take yourself too seriously. Have fun."
There it is! I know, you're wondering why you yourself hadn't come up with such a cosmic goal for your own life.
But really, the "don't take yourself too seriously" part of the whole thing really struck a chord with us while enjoying dinner at Mozambique. I think with being young parents, we went through this phase where we were both concerned that we wouldn't be taken seriously. Like we always were quick to explain our decisions or something. I was constantly concerned with my clothing: "Is this outfit 'mom-like?' I don't want people thinking I'm someone straight out of 16 and Pregnant or something!" The struggle was real! But anyway, we no longer feel like that. I don't know what clicked, but something changed mentally for us and now for reasons unbeknownst to me I want to go frame the term, "don't take yourself too seriously." Like in our house, it's all good in the hood. What an energy suck, taking yourself too seriously. We want to first live, not think about our small decisions so much. I want to raise kids with that mission statement and I feel like everything after it will fall into place after it.
It really, really was. Happy 6 year anniversary, Chadly!
Posted by Nicole Cisneros at 3:13 PM