After I dropped the kids off at school I had to run a few errands. I went to pick up some supplies for Bailia's class party next week. Then off to get treats for Jaden's Gymnastic party tonight. Then to Deseret Book to pick up a gift, then to Christensen's to exchange a gift. I had everything planned out, or so I thought. On the way out of Christensen's, at about 10:50, I received a call from Miss Cardon. Oh no, I thought, either Koda is hurt, or he has done something really bad! I answered and she cheerfully asked if I planned on picking Cooper up today. Oh good she's happy, I thought to myself, she must need me to bring something when I pick him up. Yes, I will be there I told her. Oh good she said, but do you realize today is Friday? As my heart skipped a beat, I started running. I quickly said, Oh my word, I feel SO stupid, I will be right there! Apparently turning thirty has a major affect on your brain! I thought it was Thursday! Cooper gets out of school an hour earlier on Friday's! Growing older also has a few benefits, if I had done this to Jaden when he was in Kindergarten, I would have been hysterical! I showed up at the school feeling rather sheepish, and walked into the office to get Koda. I apologized to him a thousand times over (which he quickly got sick of) he said it's OK Momma, but you owe me a hot cocoa! Well that was easy! After I apologized even more, he said mom it's fine, you know girls lose their mind sometimes too!
The thought of celebrating my birthday today is not something I have looked forward to. If you have talked to me in the past week, you might know why, if not, it's not something I want to keep reliving! It has been an emotional roller coaster of a ride the past couple of months, and my trust, that is not easily gained, has been shaken. I will say it is amazing how much our lives are affected, by the decisions of those around us! Obviously, I know the people that are involved in the situation at hand will read my blog-I am fine with that-and want them all to know that I believe ALL parties are at fault. There are always two (or more) sides to every story...but I feel there was a MUCH better way that this situation could have been handled! I came across these two quotes that I really liked that seemed to fit. Integrity is doing the right thing, even if nobody is watching! And, Your true character is revealed by the clarity of your convictions, the choices you make, and the promises you keep.
That being said I am grateful that I have a husband that loves me, is there for me when I need him, especially just for a therapeutic HUG! I don't know how he does it, but one hug from A, calms me more than anything in the world! I am thankful for my children who bring me joy, headache, laughter, tears, and more love than imaginable!
I am inspired, uplifted, and strengthened by music. It is something I thrive on! When "My next thirty years" by Tim McGraw, came out more than TEN years ago I loved the song, but thought thirty for me was a long way off. Well, here I am turning THIRTY! So I thought it was fitting to post the lyrics...
I think I'll take a moment, celebrate my age
The ending of an era and the turning of a page
Now it's time to focus in on where I go from here
Lord have mercy on my next thirty years
Hey my next thirty years I'm gonna have some fun
Try to forget about all the crazy things I've done
Maybe now I've conquered all my adolescent fears
And I'll do it better in my next thirty years
My next thirty years I'm gonna settle all the scores
Cry a little less, laugh a little more
Find a world of happiness without the hate and fear
Figure out just what I'm doing here
In my next thirty years
Oh my next thirty years, I'm gonna watch my weight
Eat a few more salads and not stay up so late
Drink a little lemonade and not so many beers
Maybe I'll remember my next thirty years
My next thirty years will be the best years of my life
Raise a little family and hang out with my wife
Spend precious moments with the ones that I hold dear
Make up for lost time here, in my next thirty years
In my next thirty years
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