A Day in Paris

One of my favorite things in the world is surprising and serving one of my favorite people in the world--Michelle of course.  Today our little one-bedroom apartment became a Paris Cafe. Voila!

Maybe you don't recognize this fellow, but under the beret and pointy stache is a fond husband and not a Parisian artisan.

In sum, about five hours of cutting, cooking and pastel-ing all for one thing. To make my wife smile.


Michelle: I have to confess, I'd been planning a celebratory dinner for Garrett's thesis defense. I purchased ingredients on the sly and prepared everything that morning. Halfway through the workday, Garrett sent me a text asking what I wanted for dinner, to which I responded it was already underway. After which followed a few short, mildly suspicious, and curious texts in which we ascertained we each were trying to surprise the other. Well, I think Garrett won this round! Basically I've become a big lovey weeper since I got married, because I walked in the door, saw the arrangement, and started sniffling tears of happiness. Then we got the meal preparations from that morning out, finished the cooking, and dined in the "Paris Cafe". It was lovely.

PS. 100 points for creativity, talent, and resourcefulness! I think we'd be hard-pressed to find the same quality anywhere else in Provo.