Meg is 37

A few friends asked what I wanted to do to celebrate my birthday, this year. I was so stressed about a pending hearing for the twins a couple days before, I couldn’t wrap my brain around planning anything, let alone something fun, for myself.  I think all really wanted was time for a trip to the temple and some time to visit with girlfriends or time to create something. Usually I’m knee deep in a thriving garden by now. This year, I’m in a (albeit very lovely) rental home and no garden. I miss getting my hands in soil. My backyard is covered in 3 ft weeds and littered with broken glass, house debris, and siding. My garden boxes have been busted up by workers and machinery tracking through. I feel sad when I go out there, so I don’t, very often.   We took a family temple trip and did baptisms. I’m still thinking about a girls night and will plan one as soon as I find something I really want to make or build. 

In the meantime, on my actual birthday, I was content to let it be a pretty ordinary day. I sent the older children off to school 20 minutes late in pouring rain to boot. End of school year madness has really become a cruel thing the past few Aprils.  This year was just as crazy.  We are so done with school and still have weeks to go and it’s discouraging to think the late night homework and project meltdowns will not come to end any time soon.  So grumpy tired kids, and over scheduled everyone are sort of par for the course this time of year and I choose to give us all grace. We only think April is crazy, and then May swoops in abd shows us what a really bully looos like! Haha! 

On my birthday, my mom knew I would be feeling like this abd arranged to have my dad meet us and play with Sloane while she treated me to a pedicure. A month later, my toes are still a pretty poppin summer strawberry red.  Later in the day, the rain turned into severe weather, and since I knew everyone was safe, it really was to my delight to have all the soccer games, youth activities, and cub scouts canceled.  

We hunkered down and waited out a few tornado warnings.  Late that night, Aaron went and picked up a couple slices of (my favorite!) key lime tres leches from Table Mesa.  

We took a day trip over to OKC a couple days later for the temple open house, and went on a date to the Killers concert on the weekend.  My favorite parts of my birthday were the love filled texts with bday wishes from friends and family members. 

And this card from my mom who totally gets my loathing for cats. 🤣🤣

Now that a month has passed since court and school is ending, I’m getting back into my own brain and can think forward beyond day to day things. I’m so grateful for another year on this side to live, a family to love, new things to learn, and work to do. It’s good to be Meg Willardson.