Celebrations

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We have much to be thankful for at this time of year.  As the school year wraps up, Darron and I are proud of how well our boys have done this year.  Not only continuing on this whole journey of cross cultural living, but also for the two older boys, their first year in “real school”.  It has been a joy to watch them thrive and grow and adjust and grapple with teachers and students.  Aubrey will return to high school next year.  It will be Andrew’s last year in middle school.  The younger boys and I will press on in homeschool, hopefully for ONE MORE year. : )  My heart is open to how the Lord leads.  We rejoiced when Andrew was given the huge honor by Mr. Lott (the band teacher) to play a piece featuring him on the piano, with the band accompanying him.  This piece, The River Flows, has been very instrumental in Andrew’s life.  Aubrey is doing things on the French Horn, that according to Mr. Lott he should not be able to do yet.  So we are so grateful as to the comfort, peace and strength that the Lord has granted our boys.  They have embraced life here and I am confident that their lives are the richer for it.

Here are some pictures that are a few highlights of recent times:

 

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Mass sleep over.  This is what makes school fun….having great friends.

 

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This is a baby cicak…..to those of you still wondering.  He is hanging out on my dish rack…..hmmmmm……not where I really want him.

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Yeah….we survived 1st and 3rd grade with “the best teacher”. : )

 

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Mr. Lott, he has the complete respect and love from both Aubrey and Andrew.

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Class of 2017

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And so we celebrate.  It’s been a GREAT year.  We are ready to come home for a short furlough and sit and talk with many of you about your year.  Thanks for praying for us through the highs and lows.  We know it is time to come on furlough, because we have used our last packet of taco bell sauce up (that was 1/2 of a 5 gallon bucket in 10 months!!!!!).  Sweet blessings to each of you.  Thank you for your amazing support.

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