Side note: please excuse the camera quality. I swear, I'm going to stop listening to the Grinch and start bringing my DSLR everywhere I go.
It was great to spend some time with the family (and Evan) and eat some delicious food without having to do any dishes.
I think Jon's mom had a good time as well. Not that you can tell from these photos.
That's a good thing since 39th birthday only comes once a year for many years.
But that's not what this is about. This is about the Grinch...err...my husband and I. And dancing.
When we first got together, Jon and I loved getting close and dancing. There is nothing like being swayed around on the dance floor by your significant other that makes you feel super close and lucky to be together.
When we first got pregnant, Jon and I snuggled just a little closer for that extra touch of intimacy. We were so excited about the baby and starting a new chapter in our lives.
But now, with an 8 months prenant belly in the way, it looks more like this.
Anyone else notice the Grinch inching further and further away? I am starting to think that I smell or something. I guess I should consider myself lucky that he's still willing to spin me around the dance floor regardless of how funny it may look.
On another side note, I'll have to explain the Grinch comments some other time.