So. . . let me just start by saying that I L.O.V.E. my husband. These past 3 1/2 years have been full of love and laughter from him. I wish I could be more like him, but I suppose what he is really driving me to be is more like Christ.
This year for Valentine’s day he really outdid himself – he got me an hour long massage and facial at a spa AND a new lens for my camera. Not to be outdone 😉 I surprised him with tickets to one of his favorite musical groups – Chris Thile and the Punch Brothers (insert promo here: world class musicians with great bluegrass/classical talent. Go ahead and google them).
So, we went to the concert. Doors open at 7:30. Show starts at 8:30. We took Colt. He is 2 1/2, but he likes the Punch Brothers.
We got there at 7:45. . . standing room only. STANDING ROOM ONLY. What?! Did I mention we had a 2 1/2 year old with us? We walked around with Colt. . all in all he was a golden child (Thank the Father! ) and pretty much just enjoyed watching all of the other people. New environment for him – first concert 
8:30 came and went. . . 8:45. . . 9:00. . . 9:25. And then this group of people just stood RIGHT infront of us and we couldn’t see ANYthing – not that there was anything to see at that time though. So not only had we been standing around for 2 hours (with a 2 year old, past his bed time and I’m 6 months preggo), but now we wouldn’t be able to see IF the band did decide to come out sometime that evening I can laugh about it NOW, maybe not then?
I can laugh about it NOW, maybe not then? We got a refund and headed home because we had only planned to stay until about 9:30 anyways with the little guy’s bedtime and I had to get up at 5 for work the next morning. We were all slightly devastated at the disappointment. Especially Colt. Our conversations seemed quite repetitive that evening, “Where are the Punch brothers Mommy? I have NO idea, buddy.”
So, sorry my love for a disaster of a Valentine. . . but then again, I can’t use my massage because I’m pregnant and it’s not “specified” as pregnant, so they won’t let me And my lens didn’t work. Again, we laugh about it all NOW . . . hahahah
And my lens didn’t work. Again, we laugh about it all NOW . . . hahahahOn a lighter note – I don’t know what these boys were doing or why I was taking their picture? Yes, that is Thomas the train underwear on their heads. Colt thought that was pretty awesome. They make me smile. 
Oh, well, you know what they say….it’s the thought that counts ~ I can see that father & son are having fun together
Love,
Dad and Mom
Love the hats….oh well, the Miles Family makes beautiful music anyway! Love ya, Aunt B.
A very sweet post….maybe you can cash in on your massage soon! I googled and listened to the group on youtube and they were great. It’s the “thought” that counts anyway, right? Loved the pictures…they made me laugh. Love you all!
Thomas the Train never looked so good!