Mishap.

Bad Luck.

An unfortunate accident.

August 3rd, 2010.

Josh turned 23.

He went to work that day.

I had the day off and attempted to put together

a nice dinner for the two of us.

After work, Josh decided that he wanted to workout.

By all means...It was his birthday.

So we met up at my parents house.

We worked out. I went tanning.

Then we headed home.

When we made it to our house,

 Josh and I attempted to lift

his birthday gift out of the bed of our truck.

Birthday gift=grill.

Just then--our Bishopric walked up.

PERFECT.

 I had my hair on top of my head.

I hadn't showered.

Was in my workout attire.

I was so sweaty / lotion-y / gross.

But the worst part was yet to come.

We had to invite them inside...

*At this point in the story you must know that

my sisters gave me and josh a kitchen table for our wedding.

They refinished an old wooden table and it looks fabulous.

However, it didn't come with chairs.

So josh and I had been eating in our front room on a blanket.

We do what we have to do.

**You also should know that last year for Josh's birthday

I took him on a picnic.

This year, we wanted to stay in.

So, naturally, I set the picnic up in our front room.

In walks the Bishopric.

Surprise. Surprise.

We had no place to sit.

So we stood, huddled together,

in a small space in our kitchen--around our new grill.

They awkwardly asked

 if they were interrupting something.

Josh had the nerve to say no.

No?

Really?

Nope, this is what we do every night in our house.

We get out the picnic stuff

along with the champagne flutes 

and the sparkling cider.

In fact--we leave it out.

We never intend to sit on our couches.

Or have company over. 

We prefer to have a permanent table-setting on our floor.

It is just the way we roll. 

So, I explained that it was Josh's birthday.

With that, they wanted to end our little meeting.

One of the men asked Josh if he could sing to him.

Josh said that wasn't necessary.

We ended our surprise visit with a prayer.

Following the prayer the singer guy said to Josh:

I will sing 'happy birthday' to you in Portuguese.

I was tickled pink.

I needed to go grab my flute of fake champagne.

It seemed fitting.

The rest of us watched as Josh and singer guy

stared intently into each other's eyes.

Josh was mesmerized by the eloquent way

 in which this man sang to him.

It seemed as though, the pair of them would

 share a kiss afterwards.

That moment was truly engrossing.

I loved his birthday more than

 I have loved any birthday before.

Here are a few pictures of his big day...

We like our pajama's. 

See picture at top of our blog...from when he proposed.

Pajama's yet again.

 We love them.

 We love the bouncing souls too.

(Josh. Is. Handsome.)

Compliments of the Sweet Cake

on 2nd North in Kaysville

And yes, I know that August 3rd is no longer

in the range of Fourth of July decor...

But it is my favorite holiday.

So I break the rules.

This really happened...the day before his birthday

I loved it.