gratitude, # 635-653.
our car!
a carseat for Amie, borrowed from friends
it is so much less exhausting it is to go get groceries with our own car
David successfully driving a stick-shift, on the left side, in South Asian traffic
two swims in the pool already this week
Amie is tall enough to stand in the kiddie pool now
afternoon iced coffee with maple syrup
Hannah Coulter and Jayber Crow, returning to dear, dear friends
Amie words: “Daggy” (Daddy), “choc-a” (chocolate), “sam-itch” (sandwich), “cock-a-doo” (cock-a-doodle-doo), Mahfa (Martha), “Sicko-ween” (Lightening McQueen)
Judah’s random outbursts: “I love Kung-Fuuuuuuuuu!”
a Skype date with Heather
dreaming and planning with David, knowing that we will face the future together
sleeping in
God is taking care of me in my headaches — dinner brought from a friend, Anju’s faithful cleaning, David does Judah’s school drop-offs
a new homeopathic doctor to try
Martha’s visit, the gift that keeps on giving — someone to talk to on the phone who knows all the details of my South Asia life
pictures of Oliver
a verse sent from Kristy: “I hold on to you for dear life, and you hold me steady as a post.” (from Psalm 63, The Message)
holding on for dear life
