I hope you all had a wonderful and spook-tacular weekend. Sorry, I couldn't help myself. Our weekend was interesting to say the least. Friday night was a date-night-in with the hubs, a big, fat pizza and Bridesmaids on DVD. Saturday, we slept in, made a yummy brunch in our pajamas and lounged all day.
That night was the Duke Halloween Party and we were so excited to dress up in our groovy 70's gear for the shin-dig. Becca hosted an amazing drinks/appetizers party before and I made these delicious Cinnamon Roll Pumpkin bars, which were amazing. (recipe to come!)
The party was great -- I loved seeing all of our friends and the creative costumes. (My favorite was Mugato (from Zoolander), complete with a razor skateboard! ) Here are some pics from the evening....
Unfortunately, the party was cut short, as hubs got injured amidst the dancing and fun.....and we were whisked off to the E.R. where he had to get 10 stitches in his chin :( It was a long, nerve-wracking, exhausting night, and there was a lot of waiting, waiting, and more waiting. Like 5 hours of waiting. Booooo.
(And that wasn't a fun Halloween Booooo, that was a sad and depressing Booooo.)
A HUGE thank you to Katie and Russell for bringing us and waiting there with us. Y'all are truly the best. (And also to our sweet friends Katelyn, Katie (again) and Erica who brought over lots of fun goodies and delicious food to the apartment. Thank y'all!)
Since we were in the ER until 6am, we spent all of Sunday morning catching up on our zzzzz's. We woke up and listened to one of Tim Keller's online sermons about living out the Gospel, and sang one of my favorite hymns together (our own little church service)....it happened to be one of the best mornings I've had in awhile. Who knew that something like a minor accident and 7 hours in the E.R. would be something that I could be thankful for. Don't get me wrong, it was awful, and I hate seeing my husband in pain like that. But it's times like these when you remember what your marriage is really all about, who is there for you in the rough times, who holds you when you "ugly cry", who picks you up when you fall, who reaches for your hand at exactly the right moment, and who prays with you when you feel helpless and broken.
So although it was definitely an unfortunate chain of events that night, there is always a lesson to be learned, and for that I am thankful. And I am thankful that my hubs is still as handsome as ever,
even with those mean ole stitches.
(By the way, I'm the "ugly crier", not him.)