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