Today is the 20 year anniversary of my family moving from England to America. As a 13 year old child, it was exciting and adventurous, but as an adult I look back at it very differently. I admire my parents who at the time were only a couple of years older than I am now, who packed up their four children, their home and belongings and all life as they knew it to begin a new life across the world! I admire them for their faith and optimism that all would be well.
I have been blessed with the unique experience of learning to love a country. As a teenager, after living here a couple of years, I felt conflicted to be split between two countries and felt that maybe I'd never feel at home somewhere. Since that time I have been blessed with the opportunities to return to England several times and I have the same experience each time as the plane approaches both England and America. I feel at home. I no longer feel conflicted. Instead, I consider it a wonderful blessing to have two countries to love. I am grateful for the opportunity I had to live in England and now to live in America. I have been blessed with love and appreciation for two different countries that are both important to me. As much as I love England and my heritage there, I am grateful for my unique experience of developing a love of America and America is where I plan to stay.
And perhaps that is why my good friend Brandi, always tells me I am the most patriotic person she knows!!
Saturday, March 29, 2008
Luke set up his tent inside our house a few days ago, and has slept in it a couple of nights by himself down in the family room. He hasn't been allowed a "partner" because they would stay up too late arguing, laughing, talking etc., and it has been school nights. So last night, being a Friday night, Luke was very excited that Megan wanted to sleep in the tent with him. I couldn't resist taking this picture this morning. They look so peaceful and content and as though their favorite thing to do is be together . . . . . . . .
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Monday, March 24, 2008
Easter for us started with an Easter Egg Hunt on Friday afternoon, followed by an Easter Egg Hunt Saturday morning, another Easter Egg Hunt and party Saturday afternoon, coloring eggs on Saturday evening, then waking up early to see what the Easter Bunny brought before half the family had to be at church at 8:30am! Of course Easter was wrapped up with an Easter lesson and then dinner at Nana and Grandpa's Sunday evening. Happy Easter!
P.S. Every Easter we have a picture taken of all the kids in their "Easter outfits" before church. Well, as I mentioned, half the family had to be at church at 8:30am and the other half weren't "picture ready" by then. By the time we got home from church, Mike put Joshua straight to bed, Luke changed out of his clothes immediately (as he does every Sunday) and by the time I remembered, only Megan and Ellie were still dressed up . . .
Monday, March 17, 2008
Poor Luke! Luke hasn't been sick since December 04, he has an incredible immune system (probably in part to sucking on dirty fingers from birth to 5 years old!) But, Sunday morning he woke up with a fever and tummy ache. He was still bouncing off the walls and being Luke while everyone else was getting ready for church (amidst Megan's frequent comments, "I don't think he his that sick"), but by the time I came home from church he was lying still on the couch with his pajamas on still (major clue he is definitely sick as he is dressed first thing every morning!), a sippy cup of water ("so it doesn't spill on me when I drink laying down."). He stayed in that position pretty much all day. He doesn't complain, he doesn't cry, you'd barely know he was even in the house . . . that is how you know Luke must be sick!! Get better soon Lukeee!!
Friday, March 14, 2008
Joshua is now 11 months old. He is almost walking! It is so joyous and exciting to watch a baby take their first steps, but this time it makes me teary-eyed too! I took Joshua to the store to buy him his first pair of shoes, I put them on him, and he stood up. He looked like such a big boy, I started to cry and left the store! My baby is . . . almost walking and . . . shoe-less!