Because it’s about time for some more Dear ____, posts. Because it’s been six weeks since the last one. Because maybe you’ve missed it. Or maybe you haven’t. If you haven’t, don’t tell me. If you have… tell me!
Tile store… we just spent what felt like an eternity looking and looking and looking at something as boring as floor tiles (okay, it was actually kind of fun), ordering them, paying for them, loading them into the truck (okay, you guys did the loading part), and now… all this time later… you tell us that you don’t have enough of the kind we picked in stock? *sigh* Welcome to the frustrations of doing projects in Africa. Okay, we’ll pick that one I guess. *points to the next best thing, hoping that it will at least be in stock.*
Ongoing Skype or iMessage chats… you’re the best. It’s fun to know what family and friends are having for dinner, doing during the day, and to pick up where we left off in the most recent conversation. Also, I love when I get messages from kids that look something like this: aklshjraklsjdhf kjaslkdgjha dslkufhhjjjjjjjjahdlkkkkkkkkkllksdl;”. So sweet and thoughtful, wouldn’t you say?
That time (Monday afternoon, 4pm) when we drove past the ice cream shop and I said, “Shawn! Let’s stop and get some ice cream!”… that wasn’t just a pretty sentence with a suggestion in it!
Person coming at me holding their wrist out… I know now that you’re wanting me to shake your hand, a sign of respect, but since your hand is either dirty or wet, I’m supposed to then simply shake your wrist. Yes, shake your wrist. (File that under “things I probably didn’t know my first week in Africa”.)
Black cherries, blueberries, and raspberries… I am dreaming of you. I mean I am literally thinking of you throughout the day… closing my eyes and imagining you on top of a bowl of vanilla ice cream. (Of course ice cream comes into the mix. Why? Are you surprised?) 2 months and counting. Until then, my sweet berries, XOXO.
Random flat of eggs sitting outside the guesthouse entrance… ummmm, who do you belong to???
Keepin’ you coming back for more,