When one month passed, I knew how to explain the delay. Now that it’s been 3 months, all I can say is that when I started homeschooling, some other things had to give. Posting our month in pics was one of them. But everyday I’m taking pics of life here and not scrapbooking them…nor printing them. So, rather than scrapping posting snapshots of these months, these pics will just have to do most the talking 🙂
February Classes started in February. Which means this is how André spends his mornings. And this is how I spend my mornings. I am surprised by how much I love homeschooling. It’s quite a balancing act to figure how to do everything else. But these faces!
You would have never known the Olympics happened..still only futebol on TV here. Care packages from the States = Happy boys!! This one even smelled like grandma’s house.
We had to cancel our Valentine’s Party because Jack and Jude got really sick. They were ok enough to decorate salt dough ornaments, eat heart jello (with some tylenol).
And when they got better, André and I escaped to our favorite juice place.
This little mutt found its way to our home, and quickly into our hearts. We weren’t sure how our allergies would do, but gave it a go. But when the hives started to appear and noses wouldn’t stop running, she had to go. Sad sad day. But, happy happy memories.
March and April brought visits from both sets of grandparents!!
(and many sweet memories)
Coffee doesn’t get any fresher than this. Straight from grove to roaster to grinder to mug!
There’s our last 3 months, folks!
You know that’s not even close to the half of it, but some of the beauty that makes up our days. I would feel bad leaving you with the impression that it’s always so picture-perfect over here. [Which is why I’ve written about some of our very own struggles that come with adjusting to a new way of living life.] But it also wouldn’t be right if we only focused on the difficulty….because there is SO much good we would miss in doing so.
One thing these last months have taught me is that sometimes deep loss and grief over life as we once knew it can [and does!] co-exist with thoroughly enjoying and rejoicing in this day that the Lord has made. So yes, sometimes the pain of missing loved ones seems almost unbearable. But then, I look out the window at my 3 boys playing soccer in the sunset and think today is such a gift. If we numb ourselves to the loneliness and heartache that comes from being away, I wonder if we then wouldn’t be able to fully feel the excitement and blessing that comes with being here. The whole earth is full of His glory!