My parents and aunt and uncle visited Washington DC this past week. One of my favorite parts was hearing old and new stories from my dad and aunt about them growing up and about their mother, my grandma. Stories like…
We’ve talked before about the journey our camera took to meet us. When we took our second roll of film what we found was honest imperfection…
The final leg of our leave-Africa-stop-in-Europe-home-for-the-holidays tour was Minnesota. All of the Heglunds gathered for the first time since our wedding.
The Payne parents requested that the whole family come together for Christmas as the final celebration of their 50th anniversary year, so all 14 of us gathered in South Carolina.
I’ve started this post a half dozen times from this stiff airport “lounge” chair. This was our first home – a launching point for a continent of adventure – a place to be together – and a place where we were very much alone.
It’s been a tough few months. Year one was magical. Year two hit us with stress and frustration. We’ve laughed that we woke up on our anniversary, and already it was unfolding differently than we expected.
South Africa is our first home together, and when we leave in a few months, we won’t soon forget the people who helped make it home for us. We are thankful for the smiling faces, the exchanges of stories, and the care that greet us every day.