Something about my mother being 6,000 miles away makes me want to cling to my sisters more fiercely. Several months ago, one of them suggested that we all attend Women's Conference at BYU during the first weekend in May. The stars somehow aligned and it looked as though we would all be able to make it! At the very last minute, my oldest sister had to cancel due to a medical complication with her youngest child (he's doing fine now!), but the other three of us were able to go. We are obviously indebted to our capable and supportive husbands for making this happen.
Being surrounded by so many thousands of women, and spending so much uninterrupted time with my sisters made me miss my mom and oldest sister immensely. I also found myself missing my grandmothers, wishing they could have enjoyed the conference with us, eating insane amounts of fudge and donuts and cinnamon bears. I'd give anything to laugh into the night with them, exchanging stories and birth experiences and soaking in their wisdom and advice until my heart and brain brim over.
|A two foot-long maple bar is always a good idea.|
The two days of the conference were full of informative and entertaining classes, fun sisterly bonding (Warthen girls stay up waaay too late -- in fact, I'm writing this post at 1 AM), and a LOT of food. Spending so much time on BYU campus - and actually spending the nights in the dorms! - was a lovely jaunt down memory lane. I swear I have a a memory on every square foot of that campus. At the end of the conference I had about 45 minutes to myself to walk around the HFAC (the music building where I practically lived), and the Museum of Art. A wave of beautiful memories washed over me as I thought about the wonderful 4.5 years I spent at the Y. So much of my heart is still there.
I was able to catch up with my nephew Preston who's in Provo, and go to my first Rooftop Concert with our dear friends Drew and Liz (with whom I spontaneously decided to run the Provo 5K!). I was also able to take the awesome new Frontrunner train for the first time (I wish it had been around when I was in school) and visit with my in-laws in Salt Lake City before heading home. I made sure to have plenty of Kara's mint truffles and BYU Bookstore fudge on hand to make sure I had the energy for so many visits.
|Awkward neck and bedhead!|
While I was gallivanting around Utah, Ty was home doing a better job as a stay at home parent than I ever could. They went on hikes and to the zoo and to the ward party. T would occasionally wander around the house saying "Mommy," and had one little meltdown when he saw someone who looked like me, then was quite shattered when it wasn't me. But other than that, they had a great time. I have to admit that the sight of T's enormous smile, flapping arms, jump out of Ty's arms into mine, and the occasional, content "Mommy!" on the way home from the airport made me love this little one even more than I did before.
|At Lands End while I was gone|
I came home to a sparkling house, washed and folded laundry, a cleaned out fridge and freezer, tidied car, sunflowers in a vase in the kitchen, Thai take out, and a movie queued up. Like I said, I think this guy might put me out of a job.
I had such a fantastic time in Utah, but it was wonderful to come home to my cute boys and my beloved Palo Alto.