Why can't every day be like yesterday? It was one of those days where I went to bed thinking, "Everything really is ok."  Some nice comments made by Julie's preschool teacher pretty much made my day. Yesterday was letter day at school, meaning they focused on one letter; yesterday was G. Usually, Julie barely even tries to write her letters, and last week, she flat-out told the teacher "no!" and started crying. Well, yesterday, when I picked up Julie, the teacher said, "Julie did great with writing her Gs. She didn't complain, sat right down and wrote them well." I looked at the paper, and those were the best letters she's ever attempted. She was so proud of herself and wanted to tell Scott right away. That really had me thinking that maybe she is getting the hang of things. The other great thing that happened was at our weekly church night. I was coerced into teaching the preschool class. I was a little hesitant, knowing how rambunctious preschoolers can be, but I planned a fun lesson and the kids had a great time. We read a bible story, made some binoculars as a craft and played "freeze dance" to "Shine Jesus Shine." The kids really seemed to have a great time, and Julie made me so proud being my little helper. I thought maybe she'd try to show off in class, or not listen. But, she listened great and even helped me with parts of the lesson. At one point, however, I was reminded of how silly preschoolers can be. I left them to color pictures of Jesus while I ran to find someone to make copies for me. When I returned to the room, all the girls were under the table giggling (including my own little girl), then they popped up and screamed "Suprise!"