Weekend

So, Friday night went fantastic. We did end up sitting by older people with children that are full grown and out of the house and some that are in high school so that part of the night was a little bit of a let down but, to my astonishment, I actually really enjoyed learning more about our church! I thought that it would be a big lecture all about the church history and what they are doing now but our pastor and the executive pastor got up and said a little bit about themselves and about the church's beginning but most of the time it was Q&A. We learned about ministries and the church's views on some tough issues. The food was great and we finally got to meet our pastor face to face. He is super tall and really expressive but so nice. We loved hearing more about how he prepares his messages and a little bit about his beginnings as a pastor. All in all, Dom and I had a blast

Sat. was a relaxed day but something that I thought was funny happened right before we went to bed. I was mad at Dom for something and I was being ridiculous as usual. As we were laying there in the dark, not talking to each other and trying to fall asleep, this is how the conversation went:

Me: I don't like going to sleep mad at you.
Dom: Then don't.
Me: But you're a butthead.
Dom: You're a bigger butthead.
Me: OK.
Dom: OK.
Me: I love you.
Dom: I love you too.

Then we snuggled and fell asleep quickly. Oh the joys of marriage. :)

Sunday was also fantastic because I finally got to go to Apple Hill with Dom. His family has been telling me about this place since I met them and I could never go with them since the season to go was always during school. Well now that I live up here I could finally make a trip to see the famous High Hill and ginormous crates of apples. It was much different then I though it was going to be. The only details I heard about was there was a great pie shop, lots of apples in huge boxes, a High Hill that the boys used to storm and that's it. Nobody ever said that there were a couple dozen different apple orchards that spread out over three exits on the freeway and each orchard had a pie shop, boxes of apples, and crafts like at a swap meet. I guess they failed to mention that the details that they had shared were just of the places that they like best of all the ones available at Apple Hill.

We went to a few of them and I saw the famous High Hill that Dom and his brother used to storm. What I mean by storm is that they would run up it. I pictured a tall grassy hill that they would run to the top of. No, it was basically a ditch that looked like a half pipe that was all dirt with some trees who's roots lined the ditch. I ran it with Dom and it was quite fun. Your momentum leads you up the other side quite quickly and hince the tons of fun I have heard about for two years. We had great pie and bought apples and amazing apple cider. This was a wonderful memory I finally got to be a part of. ;)