I have a confession. I am not who I seem to be. At least I'm not who I seemed to be for the past couple weekends. Last weekend I was a movie star. This past weekend I was a temporary Vikings fan. (Please don't disown me, Dad!)
My sister Carey and her husband Greg hosted their annual Halloween party last weekend. I went as Angelina Jolie, while Gerrit went as one of his favorite characters....MacGyver. I put on a pregnant belly and Gerrit drew some tattoos on my arms. In the dark Halloween lighting, some of the guests actually thought I was pregnant! Yikes! Gerrit rocked a mullet and a swiss army knife. We had a great time. Thanks, Carey and Greg!
Yesterday, Gerrit and I went the the Vikings game with his sister, Ahna and her boyfriend, Rico. I am actually a Packer fan. But I couldn't safely show my face at a Vikings game decked out as a Packer fan. Now, I know my dad might give me flack about this. But Dad, remember the verse in Ruth that I picked for Gerrit at our wedding: "Where you go, I will go, and where you stay I will stay. Your people will be my people, your God will be my God," and your favorite football team will be my second favorite football team. Okay, I added the last part. But in that Vikings shirt, I think Gerrit found me more beautiful than on our wedding day. :) We had a lot of fun. Here are some pictures of our afternoon.
Gerrit insisted on taking this picture (below). He really wanted to document my temporary betrayal and the moment he fell in love with me all over again.
Tonight, Gerrit and I were playing a game. We took turns choosing songs and music videos from youtube. Okay, so...not a great game, but entertaining enough and a fun way to reminisce. After a few song selections, I chose KC and JoJo's "All My Life." To those readers who are over 30, that was a song that came out in my Jr. High days. I made Gerrit dance with me. I'm pretty sure the boy I had a crush on in 7th grade rejected my request to dance while this song was playing. Obviously, I was devastated. My dad later picked me up and asked if I had danced with any 
boys. I said, "No." He responded with, "They're just intimidated by your beauty." Awwww, that's the sweetest lie I've ever heard. Thanks, Dad. Anyway, Gerrit and I didn't meet till college and we missed out on dances together in our pre-teen years. So, we danced in true Jr. High fashion: with 2 feet between us. Gotta leave room for Jesus! And I think maybe Gerrit was a little intimidated! :)
