What a whirl-wind week this has been. Nothing special, just our crazy life. I went to the gym a few times. Today I totally lapped the old guy pulling the oxygen tank behind him on the walking track. I think I'm getting faster! I even passed up the woman who was hoping to have her baby today. (She might have even been in labor) And here is an observation. What is the deal with old people getting dressed up to go to the gym? There were so many little old ladies there, walking the track, most of them wearing slacks and sweaters. One lady had on a ribbed turtleneck sweater that looked like it should have been worn skiing. I don't get it. And the little old men wear nice button down shirts, slacks and dress shoes. Maybe, I'm not really at the rec center after all, maybe in the morning hours they turn it into a senior single's mix and mingle.
Will and I met twenty-one years ago in high school. We dated for about two years, and then Will served a mission in Texas, and I went off to college. Soon after he returned home we were married in the Salt Lake Temple. Seventeen years later, we have five fantastic kids, one on the way, and a completely crazy life that I wouldn't trade for anything.