No weddings and a funeral

I went to the funeral of one of the most amazing women I have ever known today. Ila Utley was like a Grandma to me. She and her husband Earl pretty much adopted our family when we moved to Joseph. I was only a baby. She babysat us and took us to church every week. She made the best oatmeal in the world. My brother used to eat breakfast at our house and run over to Earl and Ila's and tell them he hadn't eaten yet. She would of course make him a bowl of oatmeal. They had what they called the doghouse. It was a room that had been added on, you had to go outside to enter. We spent many hours in the doghouse. Earl said it was were he had to sleep when he was in trouble, hence "dighouse". I used to love to help Earl feed the baby sheep. I can't think of my childhood without thinking of Earl and Ila. If anybody deserves to go to heaven it would be those two amazing people. I can only hope to live up to their examlple.

As for Alexander, we are just waiting right now. He is pretty much doing about the same. He is starting to wake up a little bit and wiggle around which is good. Hopefully things keep getting better.