So it's been almost a month....

And this month has been crazy.  I've been working 50+ hours a week, Charlie has been working 40+ hours a week, and Luke hasn't been in school.  So I've not been sleeping, or sleeping when he's home- hello, tv, you've become my new best friend.  Which isn't good.  At. All. 

But, school starts on Tuesday, and Luke will be in 2nd grade!  Oh my gosh, where did the time go?  I remember like it was yesterday him starting kindy, and me crying, not only because he's my first, but because it would be the only time I'd get to experience this.  And now he's starting 2nd.  It's First Communion year as well, so that's huge for us.  I don't want to think about that either right now.  ;) 

The garden isn't going as well as we'd hoped, either.  We've got a ton of pickles, and beans, but our tomatoes aren't producing like we'd hoped.  Each plant only has 3-4 tomatoes on it, and we've only gotten 1 tomato so far.  Sad face.  Time to do some research on it, and if we have to start them early next year, so be it.  Charlie is talking about starting them in the greenhouse at work.  I am thinking instead of putting 5 seeds in a tiny pot, maybe you should only put 2, and then be careful with them.  But whatever, what do I know....  Hahaha!  That's what I'll be doing next year, we'll have a little competition to see who wins!  

Rest In Peace, Jedi Noah....

This has been weighing heavily on my mind ever since Sunday morning.  We (I should say I), 'met' this little boy, Noah, in church on Sunday morning.  As I was standing outside in the Narthex, there was a binder with pictures of this adorable boy and his parents meeting The Pope, and a basket of bracelets, and his story.  So I read it.  If you want to read the entire heartbreaking story, find it here.
 And I felt myself being called yet again to children with cancer.  I don't know why, I don't know for what reason, but I've had this call before.  I need to do something about it, definitely pray about it, see where it leads.  I told my husband before when the possibility of us moving to Memphis was on the table- I'd love to work for St. Jude's but it would break my heart, and I'd come home in tears every night.  But, I was happily browsing the open positions there, and figuring out how my background fit into their openings.  So even though it was going to hurt me, I wanted to do it so badly.  I still do.  Even though we are planted in central Indiana.