For the Fourth of July, Annabel and I went out to lunch on a girl's date to an Italian restaurant called Fazzoli's. Not really demonstrating our American pride there, but it was delightful nonetheless.
The boys had to work which was a bummer, but after they were done we went to Rudy's for a celebratory dinner. All my Texan friends told me I had to go to Rudy's whilst in Texas, so this was the perfect opportunity to check it out. It did not disappoint. The beef brisket and turkey were moist and savory and they gave us a whole loaf of bread to accompany the meat. The barbecue sauce was divine as well, although a little spicy. I loved laughing and spending time with friends and watching random fireworks exploding outside.
I forgot my camera (the one time I've ever forgotten my camera in the history of my life) so this is a poor quality pic taken by my phone and there is only one. Yet it still captures the excellence of our evening.
And here comes my soppy salute to America. I am proud to be an American. I love our nation and the freedom that comes with it. I just read Mao's Last Dancer about a male ballet dancer who grew up in communist China under the reign of Chairman Mao. After reading all about his restrictive childhood and the immense poverty that plagued his commune, I am thoroughly grateful for the beauty, freedom, and wealth that the United States of America possesses. I am grateful that I can travel wherever I want, have as many kids as darn well pleases me, and can pursue any career that I wish. I am grateful that I don't have to eat dried yams everyday and share a twin bed with four other people. I am grateful that I can complain about Obama and no government officials will rip me from my home and family and kill me in front of everyone via firing squad. I am grateful we have a democracy with checks and balances that will never allow for a dictatorship disguised as something good. God bless the USA!
I just had to include this song. My mom cries every time she hears it, and it's the song we always sing on the Fourth. Plus I have a lot of family in the military, some who have died in battle, thus this song and the images accompanying it hit me especially hard.
I hope you had a great Fourth of July, even if you're not American!
O my lovely San Diego. It was so wonderful to visit you for a few brief days. Thank you for pausing June gloom for a short time so we could enjoy the glorious sun and beach.
San Diego was beyond amazing. I had been extremely homesick for the past few weeks because I missed my family, my friends and watching So You Think You Can Dance with Bri. I missed reading Harry Potter while soaking in the Del Mar beach sun . . . like a boss. I know that Brett is my family now, but this was my first official summer away from San Diego, so it was hard to get adjusted. Thus, the return to San Diego for a few days was 10000% needed.
While there, Brett and I and a few friends relived a summer tradition of going to the San Diego summer fair. But, we still couldn't escape the Texan flare since Lonestar was having a concert there.
Lonestar concert with fwiends.
The reason we came to San Diego was for Brett's best friend's wedding. Stephen and Annabel were married on June 22, 2012 in the San Diego temple. I loved that we were there to witness the sealing (the wedding), especially since it was my first sealing ceremony since my own nearly a year before. The Spirit was so strong in the room and I couldn't help tearing up a little bit when the sealer said his words of love and eternal families.
They couldn't have asked for a nicer day to have a wedding. The weather was perfection to a T.
The wives club.
My incredible cook mother hosted a luncheon in between the sealing and the reception. She cooked the most delectable meal for 20-some people with only an hour's notice. I want to be like her.
The reception. Brett's parents and sister were able to come down for the wedding and I loved being able to spend time with them if only for a brief day.
After the wedding day, we went to the beach and finally went back in the ocean water. I forgot how much I missed rolling in the waves and feeling the crispiness of the remaining salt on my skin.
After the beach, we did family pictures and my Nana and Poppop's house and then we went to my good family friend's house for a delish barbecue.
On Sunday, my family and I were also able to go to Winston's mission farewell on Sunday. He is a good family friend of ours and we enjoyed hearing his last words before he becomes a missionary in Salt Lake City. We know he's going to be the greatest missionary! I also loved seeing my friend Jenn (Winston's sister) and chatting it up before we had to leave for our flight back to Dallas.
What a great trip. Special thanks to Bri for letting me borrow all her clothes and doing my hair and makeup e'erday.