far from home

In June Wesley and I left our boys back here in Mozambique and traveled to the States to be at my "little brother's" wedding. It was more special than I could even have hoped--to be with my family celebrating together, especially since it will probably be a very long time before we see them all again. We had some great professional photography at the wedding, and already many different friends and family have shared some pictures of our time together...but here are just a few images that reflect some of my favorite moments...

Jason married a darling childhood friend--Krystina Royer--a girl I also knew growing up in Brazil. It is pretty neat when you grow up not only loving your siblings, but really liking them too. And what a reflection on their character when they choose pretty great people to add to our family and spend their lives with!

Wesley Grace met her great-grandparents, Robert and Dolores Schuring, and spent some time on Great Grandma's lap one evening as we all sat around and ate pizza on the lawn of the Bible School that her Great Grandpa and Great Grandma, and Grandma and Grandpa once attended years ago...(Yes, "eating pizza" is also a part of the special memories seeing as how we've been living in Mozambique the last three years :)

This is where Wesley spent most of her time in the States--in the arms of grandma. It is so special to watch your mom love your children...

...and your dad play with them. Not only is that relationship so special, but for me, it also was a small reflection of many of my own happy memories growing up. (My parents are headed back to Brazil to work and I don't know when I will next see them, so it was such a special gift for them to be able to meet my daughter.)

Before and after the wedding, my brothers and sisters and friends and parents all spent hours playing games and sports...just dragging our sweet little kids along to cuddle up and nap in the fun.

Being at the wedding was amazing. The truth is, though, three weeks of traveling alone internationally with an infant...away from my husband and two little boys...was pretty crazy. But we made it through multiple international airports, delayed flights, cancelled flights, lost baggage, items stolen from baggage and missing our boys.

As for said boys, I think they did pretty well here on their own. It's a pretty good guess that I don't want to know most of what went on (and whether or not my frantic last minute reminders--such as to eat some fruit and vegetables and bathe regularly--were followed). Skype conversations during the three weeks I was gone from Nampula included such topics as: what items I should buy to replace what the rat chewed up, step-by-step instructions on how to make pancake syrup for Saturday morning, and clarifying to my two-year-old that I was NOT playing hide and seek with him and that I would, indeed, eventually be returning home.

It was so great to be with family far from home. And it is pretty great to be with my own little family here again too.