Just your normal evening

On our anniversary, Adam and I went to Sam Hawk, which is a Korean restaurant in Provo.  We had never been before.  It is nothing fancy (in a strip mall) but it was SO GOOD.  Monday I was eating my leftovers for lunch and I texted Adam, asking him how many more minutes until we could go again.

He wanted to go again and we wanted to take our kids.  Tuesday night Braeden was working and Emma was working so we just took Mark.

It was still just so good.  The beef and pork bulgogi just cannot be raved enough about (we shared both).  I especially love all the toppings:  kimchee, cucumbers, bean sprouts, black beans, potatoes.  You pile it all with a little rice onto a romaine lettuce leaf and it is pretty much heaven.

While we were at dinner, Braeden texted this:

I think "sitting here" autocorrected to "sorti. Here" which makes no kind of sense.

Adam picked up some saltwater taffy on the way out the door at the restaurant.

Then, because it's hard to be in Provo without our thoughts turning to Braeden, this happened:

We drove by the Marriott center and saw him sitting with some other counselors while the EFY kids were having a dance outside.  Adam handed Mark the candy and said, "Throw it at him."

Braeden saw us and came running over and Mark, who apparently had inertia on his side, threw the taffy for all he was worth.  Braeden was about two feet away and it glanced off his shoulder and landed across the street.

"I love you!" we all yelled to each other.  Braeden loped over to pick up the candy and we drove off.

These are the men in my life:  they get the idea to throw taffy at their son; they obediently throw the taffy, regardless of the target's position; they follow election results in the Ohio 12th Congressional District.

I love those weirdos.