This last Sunday was Palm Sunday. Emmitt George was born on Palm Sunday two years ago. Obviously it fell earlier this year, as Emmitt's birthday is in April, but it still made me remember that night he was born with gladness and a bit of disbelief that two years have already gone by. He is looking extra big to me lately. I'm sure he'll look like a giant compared to a newborn. We ran around outside for just a short time after church and lunch on Sunday, because though it was sunny, the wind made it feel so frigid. I don't do frigid very well.