Husband of the Year

This weekend was supposed to be jam packed full of responsibilities. We were going to go to the temple Friday afternoon because we hadn't been in too long. So, the plan was to drop off Maggie at Joel and Beth's Friday afternoon and then run to the temple and make it back in time for Ginna (an old friend who's really more like a cousin) to come over around 7. And then Saturday I had 3+ hours of YW volleyball to score and a cousin's baby shower, a Utah football game and tailgating party, and a bunch of kindergarten assessments to record. That was how it was supposed to be. But this is how it turned out:

• We dropped off Maggie at Joel and Beth's as previously decided, but instead of driving up 8th North to get to the Provo temple, Dan headed to Center Street. I smacked the dashboard with my fist and called him an idiot for going the wrong way. But when he pulled onto South-bound I-15 instead of heading east on Center, I thought it was too dumb for words! I am, afterall, the time Nazi. And his costly navigating mistakes were too much to handle. Then he informed me that we were going to the temple, but the St. George temple not Provo. I opened the glove box as Dan instructed me, and there was our travel itinerary. We would be staying in Cedar City at a hotel Friday night, going to dinner, and relaxing poolside. Then Saturday we would go to the St. George temple, shop at the outlets, catch lunch at Bajio, and drive into VEGAS for the BYU vs. UNLV FOOTBALL GAME!
• Initially I freaked out! But Dan had taken care of everything. He had packed clothes for Maggie and arranged for Joel and Beth to watch her for a day and then my parents to watch her and take her to church with them. He had packed all our clothes and toiletries. He had called and canceled all of my church responsibilities. He had emailed my cousins in Vegas and arranged for us to sleep over on Saturday night. The man had taken care of everything. All I had to do was try not to cry as I took in all of his thoughtfulness. I had never had anybody do anything so sweet for me before in my life! I know he must be crazy about me because not only did he go out of his way to plan the ultimate surprise but he also missed a home Ute football game. What a guy!

Here are our highlights from the game:

We got our game faces on first thing!

We were just so thrilled to be at Sam Boyd Stadium that we didn't care how bad our seats sucked! We were on the second to last row and for some reason, the top bleachers were just cheap rickity temporary bleachers like you'd sit on at a parade or a t-ball game. People kept dropping their beers, coats, keys, stadium seats, and even strollers through the slats. Oh, and we were crammed in there so thick there was no getting out.Now the very best thing about our seats was the fact that LaFawnduh and Kip were sitting right in front of us. I'm not kidding you. The nerdiest sweetest little guy in the world was cheering for UNLV with his voluptuous lady friend. The few times that "Kip" actually spoke at the game he sounded so much like Kip in the movie I expected him to break into a new verse of "I Love Technology." LaFawnduh spent the entire game going on beer runs. She shimmied in and out of the rows the whole game. Infact for her last run she stood up and questioned the entire section "I'M GETTING SOME BEER. DOES ANYBODY NEED ANYTHING? NOBODY? NOBODY? Okay...as long as you're sure." This picture was the best I could do. I tried several times. Oh, and all I had was my camera phone.

I bought a new blue shirt at the Old Navy store in St. George. Dan wore blue, too. Dan hadn't lost his voice yet by half time. At the U games he's always horse 5 minutes into the game. Oh well, I won't fault him for still loving the U more. I was so pleased he was making effort to cheer the Cougs.

After the game ended... Dan and I hopped down onto the field to catch some of the post game action. We chilled with Cosmo and had him sign our mini football for Maggie.

And finally, I got to run with the big Y flag that the cheerleaders use. All year at the U games I've been telling Dan that their flag guys just don't do it right. Nobody runs a flag like our BYU guys. So, it meant a lot for me to actually have a go at it. I'm a natural, don't ya think?

I'm sad to report that after the game we put away our cell phones and didn't snap any other shots. So I have no pictures of my wicked sweet aunt and uncle or my rockstar cousins Paul, Liz, and Whigidy Whit. I also have nothing to post of my brilliant brother Cam who drove down from Provo with Paul. Just know that while they are not pictured...I'm obsessed with these people. The weekend rocked and my husband has secured the world wide title of "Husband of the Year."