My birthday

Today I turn 35.  I wrote it down on my calendar "25th birthday", subconsciously of course.  I looked at it today and realized I'm 10 years older than that today!

35 is good.  I'm not a number's person, age is how we measure time, and my time is very rewarding! 

I got to sleep in a bit this morning before I went running, that was nice to not have to get up early.  I just went 5 miles today, ran it in 37:04 (7:24 pace).  When I first got home I felt that it was hard to breathe again, transition, but realized that I'm running faster, so I guess breathing is easier so I can run faster?  Whatever, I'm running faster than I did when I left, and when I ran in UT. 
Speaking of running, I pulled these today... from the race.



When I got home the kids told me not to come into my room.  Q wanted to decorate for my bday, but it's not fun for me to do that.  They had put up streamers in my doorway and over my bed.  We do that for each kid while their sleeping the eve of their day.  It was super cute!  Love them for not only thinking, but doing for me.  Super cute!



Molly came and got us and dropped the kids off to Syd.  She watched them and we got pedi's and lunch.  Love her.  Super fun to sit and visit, great to have my feet loved.  Although it was funny I had to warn the guy to be gentle w/ my R toenail, thought it may fall off after the marathon and yesterday it began to blister again.  Plus I cut my big toe on the same foot yesterday after swimming.  I was a little bit of a mess, but he loved me tenderly!  My feet look great and I love the polish on my toes! 

We headed out to the BLVD to measure Q for a violin, her instrument this year and meet a girl who may sell us her violin, only she didn't show... annoying!  We'll start again, at least now I know Q needs a 1/2 violin.  Roger that!

This evening I'm doing a senior photo shoot, excited for that, have a great location I'm excited to try.

I got my sister's gift today.  She sent me one of my dad's shirts.  Bitter and sweet.  I told her while I was there I'd go up to his closet and stick my face in his shirts, they still smell like him.  It was sweet of her to send me a piece of him, from when they cleaned out his stuff.  I sat with my face in his shirt and cried.  I miss him.  I don't want the smell to leave, but surely it will.  Sad.  It was a good gift.  I love my dad.  I believe in the promise of eternity, for those who have been bound by the holy priesthood of God, but for now he is gone, and I miss him. 

The birthday celebration is not over yet!  We'll see what M got me and tonight I hope to sit out by the fire and roast marshmallows.