Older and Wiser

So, I'm 46 now.  For my birthday I took my kids and Libby to get donuts from Ray's, which is delicious and north of the river.  The rest of the day devolved into pretty much nothing, although Willa did take the littles to gymnastics for me and Wyatt did watch the kids while I ended up sitting and thinking all by myself during a pouring rainstorm.  And I got phone calls from a bunch of people I love. That night we went to Bennion's house for Parker's graduation celebration.

Other birthday things included going to lunch with Heidi on Tuesday and on Thursday going to Lidia's for dinner, the symphony for some delightful music (Except for the Prokofiev piano concerto.  That was less delightful.), and Tropicana for paletas with my true love.

This was my birthday selfie.  I look terrible, but Willa is so cute!

I've actually been contemplating the last five years of my life because we are coming to the end of a BYU Alumni year.  Five years ago I went to my first board meeting wondering if I should tell them that I was about 12 weeks pregnant with twins.  I didn't. When my babies were one, I took over as chair of the board, and I've been running the show for the last three years.  I agreed to chair because I thought it shouldn't be something that you have to keep doing forever--and I knew too much about everything else Alyson had going on in her life.  And yet, for the last two years I've tried to pass off the baton and no one has been there to take it from me.  And I've had quite a bit going on in my life too. I'm trying to decide what is next.  Should I keep running? Walk the next lap? Or maybe just set the baton down and walk away.  I never signed up for a marathon, but I don't want to lose the momentum we have gained.  I'll let you know what happens when all that wisdom kicks in.  I'm still praying.