…we had dinner with good friends. The men discussed man stuff while my friend and I created a giant burrito for dinner. The kids played. It was delightfully simple and we stayed a little longer than we had planned.
On our way home Ryan and I talked about how we loved those people.
I met a lady just hours before she had her baby – yesterday that baby turned one. One day, a couple months after our initial meeting, she and her husband plopped themselves on our couch and didn’t leave for a long time. While our kids covered themselves in mud outside we chatted about whatever.
And became friends forever.
Last night, after our small group, we hung around and got to talking with some friends. As usual, we were the last family to leave.
As we pulled out of the driveaway Ryan made the statement that he really loved that family. I agreed.
I never wanted to come here. Never wanted to move away from there to begin with. But, I love it here. In just the past 5 days I’ve been reminded of how good here is.
And even though time is going to pass, and we’ll have to move from this place in 6 short months, I am forever changed.
The relationships we have formed there and here have made this nomadic lifestyle worth it. Worth the pain of leaving friends behind. Worth the stress of re-planting ourselves. Worth the exhaustion of searching for a new church family.
We’ll have to do this over again soon. It’ll hurt. But I know from experience that it will be totally worth it.
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