big moves

Yesterday was one of the saddest of my life. As I've mentioned several times, my closest friend, Allecia, and her family, moved 3 1/2 hours away. We went with them so my husband could help unload the truck and I helped her clean and get her kitchen set up. In the morning I was crying while everyone else told them goodbye, even though I wasn't saying goodbye yet. Throughout the day I'd find myself with tears in my eyes just thinking about having to say goodbye. But then the moment came that I actually had to say goodbye. And it was one of the hardest things I've ever had to do.

The ride home was tough....probably even tougher for my husband, who had to put up with me bursting into tears every half hour or so!

Then another big move took place this morning. Our little one moved up to Sunday School! She's no longer in the nursery....she's a big girl now! When we got there she saw play doh on the table and she was hooked. No clinging to my leg, no tears....just a smile and a delighted "Pway Doh!" was all we heard, as she walked in and got started.

I was really concerned about her sitting still and actually paying attention during the 5 minute lesson they do. You've probably read about my terrible library story time experiences (we don't go anymore....and if we do go again it will take a lot of convincing from someone to make me try it again!), so I was expecting the worst. When we went to pick her up she was full of smiles and said, "Have fun, Mommy!!" Well, at least that's one positive--she enjoyed it. I said, "Did they read you a story?" "Yeah," she said. I asked her what it was about, expecting no answer, or maybe something I couldn't comprehend, but she said, "Baby Moses!" And sure enough, when I looked at the newsletter they gave us when we left, it said they had learned about Baby Moses!! Wow! She actually had paid attention! I asked her, "Did you sit still and listen to the story?" She looked at me, put her finger up to her lips, and said, "Shhhhh."

I wonder if that's because the poor teachers had to tell her that over and over again as she ran wildly around the room???? I'd like to hope it was someone else's child and mine just saw them do that. Yeah, I'll continue to think that.