Elizabeth asked Jesus into her heart on August 3, 2010. She will be baptized on Sept 1. We are VERY proud of her, and very excited! Jason is going to baptize her, which makes it even more special.
Yesterday, we went to the river. Jason and E were “practicing” the dunk, as E can be a bit nervous at times. She did great!!!
Last night, after we got home, I told E to go take a shower. Amy came out and informed the rest of us, “It’s time for Izzy to get BATHtized!!!!”
We go a new (to us) van a couple of weeks ago. The Equinox just wasn't big enough. :( I must admit, though, I'm enjoying the van more every day. I'd forgotten how much ROOM they have.
School is going well for both girls. E is in third grade (crazy!!!) and Amy is going to daycare twice a week. She LOVES it...the only problem we are having is that she wants to go every day!!! Maybe next year we will be able to afford it, but we just can't right now.
We are still adjusting to life without Papaw. It's hard, no doubt about it. Amy has written little songs about him and sings them. I think she handles it better than any of us. She's still young enough that she doesn't have any pre-concieved notions about what she should or should not do to handle her grief. I feel like my kids have had to deal with more death this year than any child should, especially at this age. It's amazing, though, the difference in a death you are prepared for and an unexpected one. It was VERY hard to loose Nanny, but there was no doubt that she is better off, and that she was ready to go. I can remember standing with her in the last few minutes literally crying outloud "God please take her!" With Papaw, we knew he was sick, but it was a total punch in the stomach to hear Memaw call and tell me the news. All I could think was I wanted everyone to go away and leave me alone, let me have my cry. Then, I had to go into "take control survivor mode". I had two kids to tell, and a husband who was stuck on the other side of the world who didn't know his Daddy was gone. Our entire world came to a grinding halt. Slowly, we are picking back up. It's been almost 3 months, unbelievably, and we are getting there. I'm still dealing with the loss of a man that I thought of as a second father, as is the rest of my family, but we are getting better. We talk about him often, and have a world of happy memories. But to quote Elizabeth, "It's not fair, Mama. He was supposed to be here until I grew up."
Ok, so this wasn't supposed to be a therapy session. Anyhow....
