I turned 38 yesterday.
and I are now the same age again - which means starting today until next July I
will forget how old I am. This happens every year. I
have too much to keep track of to remember my age anymore. Sometimes
I have to pull up Excel and do a quick calculation. Seriously.
Lame. But I'm not going to bother about it
If I stretch my brain, I can almost remember the presents. All of them thoughtful and considerate. On the other hand, I can very quickly recall the following -
kids made me breakfast in bed.
sweet husband made me dinner & cake AND cleaned up the kitchen!!
got a late-night text from my brother that made me smile and laugh.
4. My cousin threw Hugh Jackman at me...again.
5. A girlfriend and former coworker at the BYU Church History Department reminded me why we both love Sherlock.
6. Lea sent me a sweet email (while she was on vacation!!)
team I work with told me they're changing Café Rio day from Wednesday to
Tuesday so they can celebrate with me. (I don't work on Wed)
Dad sent me a note that made me cry - and left me kneeling longer this
morning on my knees in prayerful gratitude.
**These are the precious things worth growing old for. Worth remembering.