What a wonderful day it was...

I had intended to have these pictures posted last week, but I got a little sidelined with a stomach bug. 

I used to always help Steven out in the yard, until October 30, 2004.  I was about 5 months pregnant and had been outside helping get all the leaves up and into the burn pile.  I had been using the leaf blower and it ran out of gas.  Steven came and filled it back up for me and went to pull the cord to start it up again.  Let's just say that his hand popped off the cord and ended up in my belly.  It wasn't pretty.  By the time we got home from the hospital around midnight (I was fine and the baby was fine), I told him that I wasn't going to be working out in the yard anymore.  Fast forward to the next fall..........well...........I had a baby in the house to take care of, so I didn't help him that year either.  In fact, I had not helped him outside with the leaves since the day he "punched" me.  So I promised him I would help him this year. 

He went out early and got started.  I did a few things in the house and then got us both dressed to go outside.  Emma got her rake and helped.  She was so excited.   She had the best time jumping in the leaves.  The look of pure joy and happiness  on her face was priceless.   I raked and toted leaves to the burn pile till my hands were almost raw, so then I took over the leaf blower. (I made sure to stand far, far away from him this time :-) )  All was going well till it ran out of gas.  He filled it up and it worked for, oh maybe 10 minutes....then died.  We were almost done!  So my ever not so handy husband decided to try and fix it.  It took him a while and he had it in many pieces...........but he got it fixed and was able to finish the yard.