Happy Birthday to Me

Yep, turned 43 yesterday.  A thought kept creeping in this week...I got cancer for my birthday.  Not the kind of gift I was expecting.  But as the nurse who drew my blood this morning said, "There's only one thing worse than finding out you have cancer...not finding out."  So perhaps its a life-giving gift after all. We took our first adventure since my surgery and drove up to Park City.  After some shopping and lunch, we went to see The Martian.  Though I didn't really love the movie, the scene where Mark Watney is caught by his crew in space resonated down deep - left my heart yearning to be "caught" at the end of this experience. I can't exactly say why, but I love the feeling of being in the car with all my boys driving a long ways from home to have an adventure together, even if it is just lunch and a movie.  Listening to a beloved fellow BodyTalk practitioner speak about love at her mission farewell the next morning and being sung to by all the kids in primary were pretty great gifts too.

I think my favorite gift, though, was the look on Cole's face when Steve suggested that the whole family shave their heads when I lose my hair :)