miracle from on high

We are back home safely. I don't think that babies are designed to be jet-setting around for a weekend, but by some miracle (which I choose to whole-heartedly believe was Grandma Amy's hand from on high), Isaac was a complete and utter star our whole trip. He had two back-to-back days of being completely pushed to his little baby limits (missing naps and being up for 6 & 7 hour stretches, when he's only used to being awake for 2 to max. 3 hours; being completely mauled and continually passed around by countless well-meaning relatives; sleeping in a strange bed; travelling on a plane!) You get the picture. But he didn't cry once the whole day of the funeral (by far the most taxing, non-napping, mauling day, and late family get-together night). He was a hit. I was so proud of him and how well he adjusted to all that was demaned of him. And he was so cathartic to every life he touched. Funerals need babies. Especially Grandma Amy's.

She was done up so beautiful and it was a very emotional time for me. Indeed, my cousin and I played our saxes for a couple numbers, and I also got up and said some special words about Grandma and my relationship during the "Words of Remembrance" section. Although my heart was grieving, it was also rejoicing with everyone as we celebrated the wonderfully full 93 years that Grandma was with us. She was one special lady who will be greatly, greatly missed.

Now we're on to new worries and anxiousness. Dan finishes his job today and is now on the "hunt" again for a job. More than a job. He really wants a career. Something he can really sink his teeth into and be satisfied. I want that so badly for him. We are waiting for anyone to give him a call-back from the 20 or so resumes that he's submitted. So far, nothing. It's a bit demoralizing to Dan, and I wish I could make it better, but nothing I say really can affect the situation. He can only hear from me so many times that I believe in him and am proud of him. He needs more than that. Keep us in your prayers on that one, if you would. I'm sure something will turn up... I know God's in control, I just hate the waiting. I'm not a patient person.

On an entirely different note, we went in to Walmart to pick up our pictures of the boys this morning! Yippee, right? Well, the curse of the photo studio continues. It "opens" at 10am, so we were there at 9:55-10:55 waiting for anyone to show up. NO one ever did. Sigh. We went back to the car and drove home empty-handed. I must say, Natty did well waiting one whole hour in a store where he couldn't go anywhere or touch anything!! I called and complained when I got home (very nicely, I might add) and they are sending me out a coupon for a free portrait package, plus two sheets to be used at any studio at a later date. I'm a bit gun-shy of the ol' Walmart studio at this point, but I'll tuck it away and save it for a rainy day. We'll get those pictures yet... : )