Our last Sunday at St. Mark (for a while)

We are in the midst of packing up for the big move, which is one of those things that makes you say - every time - "This is the last time I ever want to do this!!" We got a nice send off from our pastor at St. Mark, including a blessing for tomorrow's adoption hearing. I am so glad it's finally here! Apparently the swift arm of justice takes a year to get cranking. I will be thrilled to finally see my name on that birth certificate, and to hear the judge bang his gavel and make us an official, certified family. We will no longer have that little extra worry and distraction that currently hangs over our heads; the worry of "What if _____ happened and then someone decided they wanted Tony?" We will no longer worry every time that he falls "Will the judge think this bruise is something else?"

Of course, now the real fun begins. Tony is into everything, especially now that he has seen all the contents of our house paraded out and stuffed into boxes. He keeps very busy running back and forth between playing with Earl, pulling out of boxes the things we have just put in, and throwing his toys into the same box so that we have to fish them back out for him. Thank goodness Grandma Clyta is here to chase him down!