Chris’s family has been here for almost a week now. Despite two 18hr power outages in 100 degree weather and food orders being messed up I think it’s going pretty well. I know for us it’s been super refreshing to have family here. To have them in ‘our’ house makes it seem so normal that we live here. Joshua is in heaven having Chris’s little brother and sister to hang out with. I do have to say it has got me missing my family more than ever though. In living life overseas it’s not only us that make sacrifices. I see in so many ways that my parents have made one of the biggest ones. They’ve given up being able to see their grandchildren regularly.
We want to get back to the States next summer so we can visit all the the grandparents. I dream of my boys walking around the Black Hills with my Dad. Seeing him in his element chopping wood and enjoying the fresh air. Getting a picture of the man who made me the strong woman I am today. To have my stepmom sing songs with them and come up with creative games for them to play, like pine cone baseball~ all you need is a stick, some pine cones and a few rocks for bases. I dream of my boys having popcorn movie dates with my mom. Diego asked my mom the other day to teach him how to fish~ she already said she’d buy him a pole. I want Papa to take the boys in his fishing boat- they search for elephants and other animals as they pretend they are on a safari.
I love my parents and wish we lived closer. Giving up the food and comforts of America to live in China are only minor sacrifices compared to the one of living so far from family we love so much. I’m grateful for their sacrifice and support in order for us to live here.