Fair food and Cornish hens

We whole-heartedly made time for our marriage over the weekend. John didn't have class last week so he took Thursday and Friday off of work. Thursday he completed a variety of projects around the house and then Friday I also took off work and we headed for the Illinois State Fair. This is a tradition for me, as I have only missed two state fairs in my entire life. Hopefully sometime I can be back in the showring there - not just being the typical fair goer. Although, I'm not sure I'll ever be the "typical" fair goer, given the things that I'm attracted to at the fair. I don't even notice the carnival. A day at the fair takes me back to simpler things and allows me to disconnect. In addition to feeding my soul, of course I fed my face with some of my favorite fair foods - rather guilt-free given my pregnancy. To avoid further rambling, I'll get on with my entry.

Saturday, John drove me to a blood test in Champaign. Then, we did a variety of projects around the house, including straightening the basement and consolidating our clothes to one closet, to free up some room for the baby's things in the spare room. Then, my husband-extraordinaire cooked a fabulous meal for us - Cornish hens, homemade mashed potatoes, peas and rolls. I offered to help but he handled it all! We lit the candles on the table and enjoyed being together. We followed this with a bit of card playing and simply being together. It was amazing and I am so thankful to John for his part in making it a wonderful night together. Whose husband cooks Cornish hens, just because he feels like it? (well, maybe my brother but he's like that!) Sometimes I need a reminder to appreciate him for the incredible person, husband and soon-to-be father that he is!

Sunday brought a bit more R&R, as we went to the bookstore after church, and then grabbed a few things, just before escaping the onslaught of students arriving back in town and descending on Walmart and all the grocery stores.

John has now returned to class but I'm hoping that a few weekends with minor commitments in the next few weeks will allow us to take it easy a bit more before the baby arrives. This past weekend showed me how valuable that truly is. Perhaps it will help that we have some grounded direction again and a few things we had on our mental plates are gone.