Another Year Older

Today I turned 35. A good age, I've decided already. I think I need to savor this year--when gray hairs can still be plucked out, when the wrinkles haven't yet won the war they are waging on my face, when I can still cuddle a baby and a boy who are all mine.

Fifteen years ago I turned 20--fresh out of my teens and enjoying the wonders of BYU as seen through the eyes of an midwestern orthodox Mormon girl.  I remember that birthday fondly--my sisterhood girlfriends (with the help of my brother, Dan) kidnapped me and took me to dinner at China Lily, which used to be on Center Street in Provo. We laughed and ate, and I reveled in the love of dear friends that cold night. Fifteen years doesn't feel that long ago. Fifteen years from today I will be turning 50. My Joseph will be 20.  These growing up years with him will be over--just memories. So, I really want to enjoy today. And tomorrow. And each one of these next fifteen years. And then I'll start on my plans for the next 50

A few days before my birthday with my mom

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