Easter evening, 2018 Easter, the mission house on Triangle Drive was filled with grandbabies, in-laws, a few out-laws, grandparents, and invited guests. There may have been 18 or 20. It was great, but somewhere along the line I realized I had taken no photos and forgotten to give Papa and Greyson their chocolate bunnies early that morning. So, I felt sort of let down. And a wave of "missionary grief" began to rise. last week Fast forward to Monday afternoon: William, our oldest, who'd been "home" over the holiday weekend rushed to get his things together to go back to college. He'd decided to ride the newly fixed by Papa motorcyle back to school. It was so nice to think of him going back to school, just like a normal American family. We haven't been around to "see" the college thing. As he rode off into the sunset and waved good-bye, it felt good and sad all at the same time. at our house Move along to Monda...
Just a mama trying to bloom where she is planted in the dry Northeast of Brazil.