Disappointed is the word today. We got a call at 1:30 saying that our paperwork had not been received at our adoption agency. Our social worker said that even if the referral came in this afternoon they would not have time to go through it and do what they need to do this evening. So we made plans to go tomorrow afternoon. Our social worker said she would call if the papers came in today. Well I got a call at 2:30 from our social worker saying that she talked to AIAA and they did not even send the referral yesterday like they said they did. WHAT? They did say that the papers were sent today and are scheduled to be delivered at our agency at 10:00 tomorrow morning. So, we should be good for tomorrow but who knows. Jeremy had a change a plan today at his school. He is now teaching the fourth grade instead of first grade. The fourth grade teacher took a different position so the grade became open. I know Jeremy would have done great teaching 1st grade but it was going to be difficult and and totally different than what he was used to teaching. Fourth grade is a little closer to junior high. I guess the new 1st grade teacher had a nice clean room that we spent two days cleaning and getting ready. The other fourth grade teacher actually goes to church at The Donolson Fellowship so that is neat. Well I need to get something together for supper. I was not planning in being here tonight for supper. Then we are off to church. Here are a few pictures of my precious Sam and Emma. Oh, they slept ALL night in their bed, Yeah!
Monday, July 24, 2017
It is always hard jumping back into a blog post because there is always so much that has happened since the last time that I posted. We have had a pretty major change in our family in the last month, but there is another sort of change that has inspired this post this morning. I cut my hair yesterday. I know life shattering isn't it? I know it seems so trivial, but the truth is the Lord revealed something to me that I have never really thought about. I love my hair. We have made some memories over my 39 years. It actually started the moment I was being born and the doctor told my mom that I had a full set of black hair. Given the fact that my brother and sister who came before me were both bald headed, I think my mom made a comment to the doctor about if he was sure I was hers. My very first compliment was about my hair! I lived my young life with nice thick hair. Sometimes it was long and sometimes it was cut short. My Pawpaw used to call me Pete Rose because I had the bowl cut ...
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