Last Saturday we ventured up to Mount Major for some hiking. Chris and I hiked this mountain a couple of years ago and thought the view from the peak was gorgeous. Time helped us forget how difficult the hike actually was--not to mention the first time around neither of us had extra weight in the form of an infant or toddler. It was quite a challenge, but well worth the blood, sweat and tears. Three weeks post surgery, I don't think this is exactly what my doctors had in mind when they told me "no strenuous activity."
We are potentially down to our last four months in Korea. I say "potentially" because it rests solely on where we are going. If we are heading back to the States, we will most likely be leaving early June so that we can enjoy a full summer with family and have time to get settled before Claire begins school. We caught wind today of what could be our next assignment. Although it is far from official word, all of a sudden my tummy is filled with butterflies. I had the privilege of teaching a little first grade girl who was one of a set of quadruplets. They (she and her sisters) are the most delightful little girls. They are well behaved and truly beautiful inside and out. Anyway, their family was due to PCS (military move) in December. I teased her that I was going to follow her and live down the road. While they were house hunting, I continually asked if there was a neighboring house for me. She'd laugh and giggle, not really sure if I was serious or not. Her Mom thought
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