Here I am (far right) in the earlier days of life overseas, wearing my infant son, and shopping at the neighborhood market.
Today, I’m over at (in)courage, where my first monthly piece is published. Join me over there in the comments, won’t you?
From the post:
It was early 2007, and we’d just celebrated her second birthday. We were living with friends, and most of our earthly possessions sat waiting in their garage, packed in a small pyramid of cardboard boxes.
Our oldest daughter — our only child at the time — was sweetly oblivious to her impending fate. In a matter of days, we’d board a plane and travel 6,000 miles to a new land.
There would be new sights, new smells, new tastes. The unknown weighed heavily in an unfair contest against the known. There was no way to mentally picture our home, our furniture, our neighborhood, because so far, we had none. We were moving to a new culture, and the vagueness that lay before us was palpable.