OK, I have to admit that I may have oversold this a bit in my previous post. There are only a handful of people who know how this situation has weighed on my mind and can truly rejoice with me that it is now resolved.
As of today, I am once again a legally licensed driver. Last year my birthday fell on a regularly scheduled scrapbook day at church, and when I was stocking up at Archiver's the night before, I wrote a check to pay for my supplies, which were all adorable and completely necessary purchases. She asked to see my driver's license and when I pulled it out, I realized that it expired the next day. I had to make a decision: scrapbooking on my birthday with friends or frantically cramming for the driver's exam and then spending the rest of my birthday at the DMV. I'll give you a second to think about what you would do. I am sure that I don't need to tell you what I chose. I finished some of the cutest pages ever that day.
If you ever have a choice, get licensed in Arkansas--their tests were the easiest of any state I've been licensed in (Alabama and Hawaii being the others). I studied off and on for the test in Illinois but that booklet was twice as thick and sooo heavy on statistics and numbers. I'll never know if the test was as hard as the manual.
This trip to Little Rock was to give William & Katie time with my parents, to give Scott time to finish that ACSC and to get my license straightened out. Now that I've accomplished the one thing that I can control, I'm going to celebrate with some scrapbook shopping. Ah, yes, grasshopper, we have come full circle.