The little boys spent the weekend dressing up in layers of superhero awesomeness and throwing glow sticks in the dark.
Paige worked on a painting and performed her concerto for some judges (amazing!). She and Richard stayed up late working on math, much to Richard’s delight.
Daniel showed off his web design skills for his dad and helped clean out the gutters.
Richard worked on the leaves (a never-ending project) until he stepped on a rusty nail in the garden. Boo!
My dad took us out to dinner for my birthday. I chose Los Hermanos in downtown Provo as the restaurant, of course.
I played the violin in church with Paige as my accompanist. People loved seeing Paige up there with me. A good friend reminded me that we have a year and a half left to play together and that we need to cherish it.
I spent last night preparing mentally for the week ahead. I took Richard to the airport and then drove home without the radio and let the silence seep into my soul. I read to the boys from The Two Towers until Mark fell asleep nestled up beside me. After the bedtime routines, I made lists and menus, looked up maps and recipes, and searched for library books that are due. I made play dough for the second graders. I went to sleep listening to the Mormon Tablernacle Choir and then Alfie Boe.
It was a good weekend. I think I’m ready to face the week.