Weekend

 I'm older than I've ever been and now I'm even older.

It was a birthday weekend.  We didn't really do anything out of the ordinary to celebrate, but our entire life (the parts when we aren't too busy and are together) is a date night.

Saturday we met up with Mark for brunch and went to Costco and Trader Joe's with him.  Then we parted ways and Adam and I went to Winco.  Winco was extra chaotic.  It's always a jumble of people, especially on Saturday, but there was something in the air that made me grateful to escape unscathed.  

I was having my connections group over Saturday night.  I had decided to make mini pavlovas so they could carry over as a gluten free birthday treat as well.  When I told Jamie I was making them, she said, "You'd better not.  They're really hard."

I told her not to limit my potential, but then I was a little nervous.  They turned out fine though.  (I'm not going to win any awards, but baking is one of the few things I can fairly consistently do.)

Friends texted their regrets and arisen conflicting schedules and it turned out to just be Jamie and me.  

I would have liked to have everyone, but I was not sad to spend the evening with Jamie.  We talked about the temple and parenting and school.  She asked me what I'm working on now as far as more college credits and endorsements.  I told her I was tired.

Do I have to keep getting endorsements?  How about she do that and I'll make pavlovas.

Sunday was the big birthday.  Adam and I turned 52, which I'm recording before I forget.  We've been constantly wondering, "Wait, are we already 52?  Are we turning 53?"  My students were shocked and said I looked like I was "in my early 40s," which is kind unless you consider when I was a first year teacher and 22 years old, my students thought I was 40.  

They really have very little concept of age.

Sunday was also ward conference and Adam had to speak, which was a good birthday gift for me, and not as great for him.  Women are much more interested in celebrating birthdays than men are so lots of people said happy birthday to me at church and no one knew it was Adam's birthday except Cortney.  I told people and once they got over the shock, "What are the chances?!?"  (1 in 365), hopefully some of them said happy birthday to him as well.

Our kids came over and we had a nice time visiting and catching up on Emma's trip.

I took this picture with the sun indirectly hitting my disco ball.

I love the spots and when the sun hits it just right, it's actual magic.

We took a walk and talked about Jane Austen.  Peak birthday activity.

It was a nice day.  I appreciated the calls (my parents sang to me!) and gifts and texts and love.

Birthdays are nice.