As Romantic As We Get

It's sad but true. I went to the Salt Lake farmers market and collected a variety of cheeses, bread, jams, crackers, drinks, etc to have a romantic picnic with my sweetheart. As we were figuring out where we wanted to go, Cassidy fell asleep. Not wanting to wake her up, we set out a blanket on our balcony. It turned out to be a lot of fun :) Isn't it funny how the definition of romantic changes when a kid comes in? All of a sudden it means a dinner by ourselves when mom can actually eat with dad without having to move utensils, food, candlesticks, etc out of the range of toes, fingers, heads...