I’m so thankful that I was able to fly to the States for Pchum Ben this year. Ever since Zoe was born in Cambodia we’ve been trying to figure out a good time to introduce her to family in the States. We wanted to do that while she was still a baby... and she’s growing so fast it felt like time was running out. She is more social than some babies I’ve introduced (cough*Elias*cough) to family. Look how she’s studying Papa!
It was so nice to be in Texas again.
Of course, it’s easier to just sleep than be social.
How much loving is too much?
She sure has a lot of people who love her.
So now she’s met her Mississippi family and Texas family, all before she’s quite walking. That counts, right?
We are so blessed to have most of our great grandparents for our children still alive.
We even got to attend a cousin’s wedding and see more grandparents and relatives there.
Besides the people, it was nice to see green grass!
Zoe loved exploring this new green stuff.
But coming home to the loves we couldn’t afford to fly with us was special too. Now the balance is between appreciating the opportunity to go home and battling the homesickness that surges afterwards. I actually got published on this topic on a website dedicated to helping expat Christian women. I don't share this to say I am anything, but maybe my hard-to-learn-lesson about homesickness will help you too: https://velvetashes.com/homesickness-feels-uncannily-like-grief/
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