This week I got some pretty heartbreaking news about my nephew. Chelsea wrote about it. It's had me all out of sorts since I found out. Here is what I do know, the way Joe and Chelsea handle things constantly amazes me. They are optimistic, hopeful, kind and forgiving and whatever is supposed to happen to this little baby boy they will handle with faith. But, like I told Joe, I have a feeling this little man is a fighter! I love you Denhalter family, I wish I was there to give you all a hug.
Life is going, going for us. We're right in the thick of school and we spend every night doing homework. In different rooms because we've tried the whole "study together" thing and it doesn't work. It pretty much turns into a competition of who can find the funniest you tube video. I always win, by the way. Starting next week we only have 4 weeks of school left. 4 WEEKS!
In the past few weeks a few of our plans have changed. Not really major ones, just plans of timing. Lando was trying to get on fast-grad (a graduation program where you go 3 semesters a year) and we would submit his form, get it sent back, fix the problem, submit the form, get it sent back by the time all was said and done he'd just missed registration and the classes he needed we're filling up quickly. It's funny how sometimes an answer to something comes in the form of that thing just not working out. So for now, we decided that 2 semesters it is. Which also means we'll be in Rexburg 1 semester longer than we planed. Oh well, right. I love our lives as students. I really do. 1 semester longer in the scheme of things won't be so bad and Landon having a little break from school sounds pretty nice, too.
School, school, school. Do I sound like a broken record? Sorry.
Summer came to the burg! Today it's supposed to hit 84 degrees. That means maxi dresses and otter pops from here on out.