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Spirit Week


This week is spirit week at school since this Friday night is Homecoming. Each day has a different theme. Yesterday was "tacky day." David was SO tacky, it hurt to look at him. All I could say was, "eeek." And the littles...they were just smaller versions of the BIG tacky! David reported that he wasn't among the MOST tacky either. Imagine that.

Both of the boys have been chosen to represent their classes in the elementary homecoming court. Samuel has such a tendency toward shyness that when he told us that he was chosen, he cried like he had to donate an arm and leg! Such crying! "I will look like such a dork in a suit on a football field," he said.

Zachary wasn't very happy either but he was concerned about whether or not he would actually have to hold the hand of the fifth grader that he is escorting (I imagine that will become less of a concern in a few years). However he felt relieved that only her arm would be linked through his but mostly that she wasn't taller than him!

I have good, good news. I had a follow-up appointment yesterday with the doctor and the test of my ovary shows the cyst to be smaller than it was on CT. It also appears to be less worrisome. I am to see a specialist but I am really encouraged and excited to share that with you!

Thanks for the responses about Christmas. I know that it is early to be talking "Christmas" but I am always looking for ideas to implement more focus on Christ into the season. I have been doing some research on it and I'll try to share some soon.

Comments

Anonymous said…
I can't wait to see pictures! I'm so glad to hear the good news from the dr. Hope everything continues to go well.
Mary Ellen said…
Looking forward to seeing that picture! I have a feeling someday soon you and I will be wishing for the days when our three sons thought holding a girls hand was gross..."-) That is just too cute.

SO HAPPY for your good news, thank the Lord, still think doctors shouldn't scare people like they do, just wish they could somehow wait and break news as it needs to be broken, instead of warnings and then making you wait!
jenny said…
Oh Amy, that is such a relief to read your good news. I will keep praying!
Twila G. said…
Amy, all I can say is Praise the Lord! So glad to hear the great news.

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