We took it slow traveling this time. It really only takes 24 hours to get to Colorado from Michigan, but we decided to go slow and see people! We left on Monday and arrived in CO on Friday
First stop, Illinois to see some friends we’d met in Colorado–thanks Baileys for the dinner, a comfy bed, good conversation, and a delightful breakfast!
We headed onward to Missouri and stayed at the MTC with our friends, the Pryors. Again, there were many meals, good conversations, and best of all just spending time with our friends! We were so glad to be able to say final goodbyes to folks who are going all over the world.
The Pryors also introduced us to a game called Pandemic. Imagine yourself as the Center for Disease Control tasked with the job of saving the planet. It may sound ridiculous, but it’s quite addictive! Not only that but you’re all working together to cure disease that have run amok–it’s cooperative rather than competitive! It was so much fun that Payton and I bought it almost as soon as we got to Colorado.
Another thing that we’ll miss about our friends we’ve made is that fact that their kids grow up and they don’t remember us! Plus they grow up and turn into little, amazing people that we don’t get to know. So, we’ve had to learn to settle for pictures and following blogs. 🙂 Hopefully, Gracia (below) is big enough to remember us!
Little Thatch was only a few hours old when we first saw him, now he’s practically a grown man! Well, except for the drool 🙂
God paved a smooth road for us in our travels–no car trouble, trailer trouble, or empty gas tanks! Thank YOU for all of your prayers on our behalf!
“…so that many will give thanks on our behalf for the blessing granted us through the prayers of many” – 2 Corinthians 1:11
Miss you friend! So glad we got some time together!
Good to hear you have arrived in Colorado and were able to visit friends.
Great photos! May God’s love guide your decisions on adoption. My mother was a foster parent for a few years for newborns to toddlers. She wanted to adopt Eddie, the first of the thirteen foster children she temporarily cared for.
Eddie was with us over three years and became part of our family. But his father, a jazz musician touring the country found a new wife and decided to settle down and give Eddie a home. I don’t know what happened to Eddie or his natural mother. My mother’s heart was broken that she could not adopt
Eddie and she sought a job after my sister and I were in high school. You will be in my prayers for great success in all things.