a long weekend in photos

Friday: It snowed, so naturally I was craving hot chocolate. And naturally I documented the whole thing. You know, to make it seem like I'm busy going places and doing things, when in reality... I'm not.

Mom and Chris came into town for work / to watch me perform with the BYU ballroom company. It was all sorts of great, though I was a puddle of tears the night they came because I was so upset that they didn't have awesome seats and I was only in one number. What were they thinking coming out for that?!

Saturday: We ate breakfast at Communal on University Ave. It was my third time going, and I have yet to be disappointed. The first time I went was for a first date about a year ago. We ate half the menu and got kicked out an hour after it closed. So yummy.

After breakfast we sat at the Y parking lot while I interviewed Mom and Chris (subject: marriage). It ended up being 40 minutes long, and I think most of us were in tears by the end. It was really special, and I'm so glad to have that conversation recorded.

I finished reading The Kite Runner right before jumping on stage for the Saturday night show. Awesome book. Loved it. It stirred me, and I found it harder to sleep at night.

Easter Sunday: After-concert party lasted till 4:30am, when I fell asleep on a couch. But when I got home the Easter Bunny had taken over the apartment, with chocolate and streamers everywhere! (Thank you, Caitlin!) We sat and ate a breakfast at noon that I made, and then spent a lovely few hours at church. I don't know why, but I was so emotional this weekend. I cried through Relief Society, and then a couple more times before bed. I'm so moved by the littlest things these days.

I have to admit, and please don't judge, that I watched The Pianist later by myself. I watched Schindler's List two weeks ago for the first time, which was beautiful, but I really loved The Pianist. More, maybe. If you haven't seen it, you should probably put it on your netflix queue pronto. It's about a jew who is fiercely passionate about music during World War 2. Just go. Do it.

Oh, I watched Swing Kids this week, too. Noticing a theme? Also a good movie.

Monday: I took off for a couple of hours by myself to run around the beautiful parts of the city, stopping to talk to some cute girls running a lemonade stand, and then at the Provo Cemetery for half an hour to just sit. When I got up, I started reading the tombstones, and there was one family who had three children who all died before their first birthdays. Another tombstone of a man and wife was so sweet. She was barely 17 when they married, and he was I think 22. They were sealed twenty years later, and both died in their 90's. I can't help but think of how  many incredible stories must be stored in that plot of land. I would love to sit down and just listen to a few of them. I think the same thing while walking down the street sometimes. It's like incredible books that haven't been written are just sitting there, waiting for someone to ask. But most of the time, we just walk right on past, without even a smile. Does that make sense?

Anyway.

It's way past my bedtime, and I have a final and two papers to write in the next couple of days, so that's all for tonight. Schlaf gut!