Every other year a few friends from my mission reunite for a girls trip. We’ve done Boston, D.C., Oahu, Kauai, and BYU Education Week (x2). I’ve missed a few of them, but BYU Education Week isn’t one I would dare miss.
It’s the cheapskate in me, I suppose. Or the lifelong learner. Either way, I love roaming the halls of my alma mater with my sistas, soaking in the knowledge to be found in classes ranging in topic from parenting teenagers to explorations on the Book of Isaiah.
We chat late into the night and then pound the pavement bright and early, stopping only for a bite to eat. Pretty good eats to be had on girls trips. I always come home a few pounds heavier from the food. And a few pounds lighter from the therapy of being with women who build me up and inspire me.
Can’t wait for the next one.