We've had insane weather here in mid-Michigan - snow in the beginning of April, and 85 degrees at the end. Looks like we've settled back in to the 60s for a bit. It's that time of year where one tries to decide what the optimum temperature is for putting away the socks. Is 55 still too cold? How about 60? What if it's freezing in the morning and 70 in the afternoon? Ah, the agony of decision. Signs of spring are everywhere, from harried-looking students in their last week of class, to the blooming magnolia and tulip trees, the Gideons handing out Bibles on the library bridge. Ellie is learning about the buds - how God makes them grow with sunshine and rain into flowers and leaves.Ellie has also been putting together longer sentences. Justin came in the front door over the weekend and she said "Papa's all wet from the rain." She also said "I try to get my hand down there" when digging out raisins from a box. I'm just glad she was digging for raisins and not other things that she's been known to seek out on occasion. She's also become quite the climber - I looked away for a minute the other day and when I turned around she was sitting in the middle of the dining room table playing with my phone.
We are still waiting to hear on the final loan approval for our house. It's taking a long time. We hope that's a good thing. One never knows.
