You want the good news or the bad news?

Well, since I need to write this post before you could ever answer that question, I'll start with the bad news first, since I like happy endings.

Bad news is we discovered that we had been robbed, in our apartment. We discovered this over the weekend, though we have no idea when it happened since there was no forced entry. We are confident that this was an "inside" job - meaning that it's someone who has or has had access to the master keys. This is both a relief and very creepy. We are not the only people this has happened to in our building. The thief stole jewelry. Some if it doesn't really bother me at all, but most if it has a very, very large sentimental value. One thing gone is a bracelet of my husband's grandmother (and A's namesake). He grew up seeing her wear this bracelet and it was a given to me as a gift several years ago. The fact that it's gone totally sucks. Sucks big time. There is also a ring missing that was given to me as a graduation gift and is a ring that everyone in my family owns, including my dad - he wears it as his wedding ring. The last time I wore the ring was the day we met K. I wanted to wear something that made me feel like my family was right there with me. The other sentimental piece of jewelry missing is a ring that my grandfather gave me. I am no longer speaking to my grandfather, in part because of his attitude toward little A and adoption in general. This is one of the few things I have that he's given to me. So, yeah, the whole thing pretty much sucks. We had a new lock put on our door the day after we found these things missing. We have our suspicions about who did this. That sucks as well and at the same time is kind of a relief.

Ok, on to the good news....

The day we found out the jewelry had been stolen I was with little A on my way to my book club. I was getting off the bus and I saw one of my students from last year. The student, a girl, is a total sweetie pie. Her older (teenage) sister has leukemia and she was going through a lot of treatment last year. My student, R, used to ask from time to time if she could go back to our "chill out" area of the classroom to pray for her sister - when she knew she was having surgery, for example. The class honored her sister several times last year with a moment of silence. So when I saw my student R when I got off the bus she was with her sister!! She had grown back all of her hair and there she was walking down the street on their way home from a party!! It was great to see R, but I was especially happy to finally meet her sister and see her healthy. They had just come from a party thrown for her at the hospital. I had to call my husband, who was in a funk because of the robbery, to remind him that the world can be a good place, too.

And in other GREAT news I just heard from one of my oldest and best friends that she is three months pregnant. She has had two miscarriages in the past, including one miscarriage of twins. She waited until she was three months to tell folks (since one of her miscarriages happened just days after having a party to tell everyone they were pregnant). I am so incredibly happy for her. She lives overseas, so I don't get to see her very often. I am just so excited for her and her partner. This gives me all the more reason to visit Spain next summer, while little A still rides the plane for free (almost free, anyway).