We survived our trip Up North. Three days is my limit with my parents--after that we start to get on each other's nerves. The funeral was wonderful and heartbreaking. So many sweet, personal touches. It was a heartfelt and loving tribute to my friend's Dad.
I have a new job. I have recently been appointed Superintendant of my church's Sunday school. Talk about jumping into the deep end blindfolded with both hands tied behind your back! I have never even taught Sunday school--now I am in charge of the whole shebang. I have my own office and closet full of craft supplies. Thankfully I am starting in the summer when things are a little more relaxed and toned-down. My first class is Sunday. I am scared and excited all at the same time.
Emmett contiues to make progress with his speech and communication. He sometimes shakes his head "yes" now. It doesn't happen very often, but he is three, after all! He is trying harder and harder to converse. He says "mama" from time to time. My heart sings when I hear it.