Home.

We are home. Words cannot express...

More later.

On Our Way!!

We leave our hotel and free wi-fi in exactly one hour. Heading to the airport and 'leaving on a jet plane.' Our papers came in at the last minute. I do mean the last minute...Ok, three hours before we had to be at the airport. But still (insert gigantic sigh)...God is good even when I'm aging by the minute because I don't know how to trust Him. See lots of you soon!

Delhi

We arrived safely in Delhi. We fly out tomorrow. Please lift us up! So excited to see many of you!

One More Day

• More paperwork (please, oh please, be done)
• Birthday party for sweet little M
• Face time with our dear friends
• Pancakes for dinner (trying to use up the last bit of food)
• Unbelievably excited children
• Weepy adults
• Time to get outta here for a little while...
  

Welcome Keith and Andrea

JM's and C's parents came to visit.

If you love our kids, you've loved us...

Pop and Nana being silly with G.

Harold and the Purple Crayon, a favorite.

Loving on our Third Culture Kids. Thank you.

Save the Date!

We wanted to let you all know that on June 16th, my parents and friends are hosting a little meet and greet time for our family. If you all are in our area on the 16th and have time from 5:00-7:00 p.m. (or as long as people stay!) then consider yourself invited! We'll be at Pepper's Mexican Cantina and Restaurant in Bowling Green and we have the dining room reserved. We have limited time to see those we love, and this is a way to maximize our time and visit a lot of people at once. So again, if you can make it, we'd love to see you.

Oh, and if you're on Facebook and a friend of my parents, you'll see a place on their pages to RSVP. We hope to see you there!

What Doesn't Kill You, Leaves You...Not Dead

I shopped today, which I do not like to do in the very best of circumstances. Still less when I have to observe subtly practiced rules of commerce in a foreign country. One of the most famous trade laws adhered to by rest of the world is that prices aren't fixed and it's almost rude not to bargain.

Did I mention that I hate to bargain? In another language? No?

But today it was ok because D and her sister went with me to the Tibetan market to help. The three of us poured over kurtas and earrings. Some real bargains and an abundance of absolute traef. D kept picking at the stitching of brightly-colored kurtas, imagining loose threads, stains, beads about to fall off. She frowned over non-existent holes in the armpits. I tried to look skeptical with her, knitted my brows together, and shammed in Hindi about the poor quality of the merchandise. But it was very hard and I felt like a jerk.

When one shop lady asked me where I was from and I answered that I'm from America, D looked at me disapprovingly. "Don't say that!" she hissed. "I already told her Australia. Always say Australia." But see, I was already on sensory overload in the narrow, jam-packed streets of the outdoor market, so I wasn't as...smooth...as I normally am. Which means I laughed in front of the lady and then had the misfortune of being blocked-in by Indians so as to be unable to do anything but marinate in the awkward stew I had created.

Um, but we got some good deals. And by the end of our trip I had gotten much better at the would-you-look-at-what-they're-trying-to-charge-me-for-this-nonsense look. Even though they were only trying to charge me 75 cents...