This was an odd week, full of mixed emotions. Catherine sent us this beautiful picture taken in Africa last weekend. Now, she's been trying to get home ever since Thursday. Sometimes travel can be very frustrating, especially after the end of a two week work assignment. Hopefully her plane has just landed at Seatac.
David turned FOUR on Tuesday. However did that happen? I can so clearly remember the middle of the night phone call, announcing his arrival, as if it were yesterday. Doesn't that cake look tasty?
Four Years Old!
Just before choir practice on Thursday, I got a phone call from my cousin Lori with the news that her dad, my uncle, had just passed away. In just a few short weeks, death has claimed two members of the older generation in our family, bringing us ever closer to taking on that role. It seemed quite fitting that our anthem today was John Rutter's beautiful arrangement of the Twenty-third Psalm. Lyle was so good to me when I was little, and we'd visit my grandpa's farm. Even though miles have separated us these past years, fond memories remain.
Completely oblivious to the week's happenings, Mocha spends her days eating and sleeping, trying to find the warmest spot in the house. She looks so much better now than when we first brought her in. What an uncomplicated life she leads...now.
The Perfect Spot