5,500 Miles in a Week

The streets of Paris are still dark outside the window, though a few lights have gradually been lighting up the windows across the street.  It's just before six a.m. on a Saturday morning, and after a solid week of traveling, our bodies and our possessions have landed where they are going to stay.  For a little while at least.  Last Friday we loaded up the car, and by we I mean K.J., who played the most important Tetris game of his life fitting eight suitcases in the back of his mom's Santa Fe.  Who needs rear-view mirrors for driving anyway? 

We (and by we I mean K.J.) drove to South Carolina to spend the weekend with my sister-in-law and her family, and K.J. (not me!) preached Sunday morning at the church my brother-in-law serves.  He shared about what we would be doing in Paris, and we met a couple who had recently returned from serving many years in several French-speaking African countries.  After a week of sub-zero temperatures, we had two days of sun in the 60s, and the cousins played outside non-stop.  The way they love each other makes our hearts glad.

Early-Morning Sword Fights

Playing old Super Nintendo Games

Trampoline-Jumping

Story-Telling

T-Snuggling

No one looks forward to saying goodbyes, but we felt so loved and supported and prayed for in leaving and so confident about this next right step that the goodbyes felt easier.  It also helped that we were driving in a rental van with way more cool and modern features than any car we've ever owned.  The kids even get excited about electronic windows since our car we bought in England has manual roll-up ones in the backseat.  In a world where so many things are high-tech, I'm kind of glad they have that experience, though.  It's good to work with your hands, even if it's just rolling down a car window.

We stretched our legs in Savannah because we'd never been before, and though I took pictures of beautiful houses and old trees, this sight may live in our memories longer.

She's just a modern-day Fern, right?  One small dog in particular was just totally losing his mind as he sniffed around this Wilbur.

Some four hours later we were back at Lake Santa Fe, where we soaked up the quiet of the middle-of-nowhere feeling before exchanging it for the constant motion of city life.

 

Have we talked about Santa Fe sunsets?  Sunset on the water just can't be beat.

We had the best last day in America with cousins in Orlando.  They are kindred spirits indeed.

And after what feels like missing a day of our lives, we have made it, and thanks to having spent a few days here in November, it felt like coming home to arrive in a familiar apartment where our hosts had so graciously even put our books on a shelf while we were away.  And when your books are on a shelf, you can't help but feel at home.