love heals your heart

I've been busy since I got home from Mexico. I'm still trying to print all of my pictures, I ran out of ink...again...so when I get more, I'll finish. I've finally finished two or three mounds of laundry. I got sick almost as soon as I got home Sunday night and today is really the first day I've felt normal again. Physically...we all know I've never been normal mentally! K-dogg went back to work on Wednesday, but he had today off so we went shopping just to get away for a few hours before he gets back to his regular schedule. I can't just skip over what's been going on, so I'm going to blog about it once, and then that will probably be it. I think I mentioned a few weeks ago that I am going to be an aunt. Well, someday I probably will, just not now. The week I was getting ready for Mexico, Bean had to go to the emergency room. They thought she was losing the baby. Friday afternoon while I was on the bus to Mexico, she went to the doctor and found out for sure. God had me in the best place possible. I was on my way to another country, way out of my normal situation and schedule. I was too busy to sit around by myself and get depressed about it, and I was surrounded by 55 other people from our church that prayed for our family the whole time. Bean's younger brother-in-law was with me and everyone at the church in Mexico loves my sister and her husband, so it was a good place to be. And I hope you paid attention to this post because this is probably the only time I'll discuss it. My first niece or nephew is in heaven, and one day I'll get to meet them, just not now. Anyway...
Mexico was amazing. I met so many little kids and also got to know more people from my own church. I had several good examples of families to watch and learn from all week. From one, I learned how I want to raise my kids, from the other I learned how I DON'T want to raise my family! :) I found out where they sell Dr. Pepper in Mexico! I found three or four kids I would've wanted to bring back with us! I got to see my friend, Isaac, eat french toast for the first time...he had never had it before and he loved it. Oh, and I definitely found out that I really like 7th and 8th graders and below, but 10th grade girls...not so much!


My favorite kid at the mission church and my favorite kid at the main church. I can barely pronounce either one of their names!
I NEVER see sunrise in America, so I figured I better get a picture of it on my way to breakfast! More to come, I have way too many to choose from!