I love that word, smattering. Autumnal is also a favorite word, and so applicable this time of year.
The other day I was thinking about how I'm kind of close to being 30 years old and how that sounded kind of old, and how the heck did I get to be almost 30? I told my eldest sis, 35, about this thought, and she said that 30 looks young to her. It's all about perspective, I guess.
Kj turns 4 on Sunday. Has she really been around that long? Was there ever a time when she wasn't in my life?
M is a serious runner already. We went to a cross country meet on Saturday, and she was mimicking the college runners during their warm-ups. With a serious and determined look on her face, she ran about 1/4 mile around the trails, insisting that I yell, "Go M! You are so fast" while doing so.
I want to get away for a couple of days, and might actually pull it off soon. Just me, books, food, hiking, a movie or two, and popcorn. No cleaning, no kids, no husband, no demands, just me. Doesn't that sound blissful?
Have you read "Hunger Games?" Here's a conservative Mormon perspective on the series if you want to check it out. I'm interested in hearing your comments:
I love sunny, autumn days.