Well, we are officially moved in to our new apartment. We've been here a week tomorrow, and we are still living in the land of boxes and missing (or more correctly, unfound) stuff. I really hope that by the time this weekend is over we are at least able to walk around without the danger of injuring ourselves! I'm sure it won't take too long for this to feel like "home". It is a very nice apartment and we feel like this move was a "move up" for us. We've never lived in anything this nice before!
We've met Rachel's teachers at her new school and they seem to be fantastic. Chuck and I both said that we've never felt so comfortable with a teacher since Rachel was in PPI (preschool). I think that this new school is going to be a great fit for her!
By the way, our grandson (Justin) is still in intensive care at U of M hospital. He survived the surgery, but has had many ups and downs since. We all feel that we are on a emotional roller coaster that rivals Cedar Point's best. We're still very hopeful that things will turn out okay. I only wish that I'd be able to be more patient and trust that God's timing and plan are perfect, and don't follow my timetable.