Leaving on a Jet Plane

Today I am heading off to Utah to attend Women's Conference at BYU.  My sister and I talked about going for years.  Finally, last year, we bit the bullet, threw our schedules to the wind, and met up in SLC.  (Jill even tolerated a 4 hour layover in Arizona?  Texas?  I can't remember.  Just let it be known that sacrifices were made.)  We went with my mom and sister-in-law, Lia.  And we had a great time.

(Don't you love how Lia and my mom are looking one way, and Jill and I are looking another?  We must have had two photographers taking our picture at the same time.  Obviously I am looking at MY camera... and my mom is probably looking at hers.  Funny how that works.)

We ran our guts out going from one class to the next.  We were informed, uplifted and inspired.  We went to dinner, did a little shopping, and laughed as we drifted off to dreamland in our shared room (Jill and I shared a not-quite-full-sized pull-out sofa bed, and chuckled at the snoring coming from the big king-sized comfy bed on the other side of the room).  Good times.

So we decided that we must do it again.  Sacrifices must be made (I'll miss the most intense part of cheer tryout week), and schedules must be adjusted (Bill will be carpooling like crazy).  Lia is smack dab in the middle of house-selling/purchasing/moving.  This time my mom can't make it, so I invited my friend Rebecca along for the ride.  I hope she won't think we are nuts as we release our pent-up anxiety and stress by running through crowds of women trying to secure our spot in line for some awesome class. 

And this year I have a bonus in Provo -- Britta.  I told her I would be stopping by the bookstore while she was working.  She'll get to shop and dine with us, new contacts and eyeglasses, and some groceries.  Hopefully she considers it a bonus as well.  I can't wait.