There we are. I was so happy. I had found and bought matching outfits for my three boys just before a furlough. It would be our youngest first. I don't remember how, but we went to a professional photographer for some family portraits. It may have been in an attempt to get that perfect shot for a new prayer card. Everyone was happy except the little one. I seem to remember that he was sleepy and just needed a nap. Ah, the days when my hair was still red and Byron's was still dark blond. We were young and happy. Our boys were healthy and content. We had finished things up with the church plant where we had been for a few years the year before. We had helped out at a great church for a year and we were all set to move to another region after furlough where we would start working with a camp. Oh, what we did not know way back then. The camp would eventually close. One of our major missionary team member...
Just a mama trying to bloom where she is planted in the dry Northeast of Brazil.