After that we all went up to Jake's school to have lunch with him. I am loving lunch time with Kindergarteners. This time I met a cute little one named Emma who managed to finagle some of my potato chips from me (but only after I made her eat some applesauce.) Emma is a character. She reminded me of our little Emma. In fact, the two of them spent some time together under the table doing everything but eating their food.
That afternoon I made an apple pie because I know the way to my husband's heart is through his stomach. I carved a little heart with our initials in it on the crust but they kind of faded during baking. It's the thought that counts, right?
We ended up ordering food from Chili's for dinner. It was pretty good, but I'm still holding out hope that we'll get to go out to celebrate sometimes soon. Jake took our picture to commemorate the evening.
So Mike got up and headed to the front of the house which I thought was a big mistake because there is a lot of space between our couch and our front door for a boogeyman to be hiding after he cuts the power off in your house. So I got up and walked the three feet it takes to get to the back door and looked outside. The entire neighborhood was black. It was so weird. I was pretty confident it was the terrorists by this point. We ended up in the front yard yelling over to our neighbors who were also outside and were freaking out because they had been watching Revolution when the lights went out. Just as we decided that somebody better call someone, the lights came back on. And just like that our fears were relieved. And I knew I wouldn't have to associate our 7 year anniversary with the night the Chinese or the Russians or the whoever's took out the power in small town USA and invaded the country.