Shane's favorite expression right now..."I want the wast (last) one"...no matter what it is...he wants the last of it. Although his eyes are slowly being opened to desiring the "first one". I love 3 year old discovery of the world.
So the last one I refer to is the last 3rd grade spot at the school across the street from the home we just moved in to. Our new ward members told us on Sunday that it was likely full and a waitlist would be the best we could get for now...its a very desirable "10-rated" school. So I called, got a last minute appointment for summer registration, hurriedly filled out the bazillion forms they need to have, begged a working hubby to run home with a key to our safe where Christian's birth certificate is, barely made it to the appt...... all to hear "Well, Christian, you just got the LAST 3rd grade spot at Creekside". HUGE sigh of relief....we can walk to school and it doesn't start until 9AM...that is my kind of school=) The thoughts of dragging 3 children (including a newborn) in a car to a foreign school when a perfect school sits so perfectly right in front of us...well, I would have been quite sad. So....we are grateful for our awesome new ward and for a simple blessing...big for a mommy adjusting to a new place...grateful to a simple tender mercy. Then my mind wanders to the many tender mercies I experience every day...and I vow to be more grateful and tell my Father that I am so. I am hoping the mercy continues as I visit the fetal specialist on Friday to see our little Baby Bob...hoping he is growing and is healthy. We have come such a long way for him.