What Being a Woman Means to Me

This is what being a woman means to me.

For a course I'm taking, we are required to do a presentation where we stand up and tell the class what being a woman means to us. Some of my classmates have written poems, read personal essays, and shown scrapbooks. I am going to pass this picture around the room, and I'm going to sing a song. That's right, people. Watch out, Women's Lit, and prepare to be underwhelmed...

Anyway, I'm excited, because I'm also going to talk about how being a woman means different things to different people. When I had my Sylvia, the meaning of being a woman completely changed for me. I'm different now, and I think that I've changed for the better. So, can any of you guess what song I'm planning to sing?

Conference

My mom got four tickets to attend the Sunday afternoon session of General Conference this year. It was so great to actually have her here for Easter to spend time with the kids (we missed you Dad, but only a little bit...) The speakers at Conference were wonderful--my sisters had never attended a session before, so it was a fun experience to go together. It was also fun to see our Aunts Bonnie and Betsy sing in the Tabernacle Choir. Bonnie made a point to text Stephanie just before Conference started to tell her she could see us in our seats, so we blew her kisses. Who can say that they have two Aunts in the MoTab? We would have liked to take more pictures, but we were starving and it was really, really cold. Thanks for taking us, Mom!

We Love Easter

Mom and the kiddies at the Springville High School Easter Egg Hunt

Sylvia can't resist posing for the camera

Cute moms and babies (and a hot grandma)


Sylvia thought reading Collin Peter Rabbit would be seasonally appropriate

Sylvia and Grandma dyeing Easter eggs

Daddy helping Benny with his own Easter egg

Margaret is teasing Collin. How mean!

Un-edited photo with the Easter Bunny

(note to self: get that strange girl out of the background)

Sylvia and Benny with their Easter loot