Every year it just keeps getting better. Mothering this child is privilege and joy and delight and humility and need. All wrapped up in one sweet package.
New birthday backpack, new year, new school on the horizon. [Oh that God would continue to give grace as we navigate change and transition and new-ness. Again.]
Julianna is a whiz in the kitchen. Loves to work alongside me and gaining an impressive skill set too.
An eight-fold treat at lunch... meeting up with our dear dear friends from highlight-film-worthy years in Asia together. Now we have 8 children between us, the perfect number for this 8th birthday.
If you can't beat 'em, join 'em. Crazy face photos aren't only for the younger generation :) This lunch = water for my soul. Brief but beautiful. LOVE LOVE these people.
We had 15 for spaghetti (Julianna's choice) dinner, all family. It's different, a birthday here in the land where she (honestly) has few friends. We do have two furlough-ing family friends within a few hours drive, but it'll be good for all of us to get settled into some relationships up north.
Christmas Eve morning dawned clear and bright and crisp. At 40 degrees we are probably a solid 30 degrees warmer than it was the morning after her birth-day in Beijing.
1 comment:
Oh my, the little Huffmans grow fast. Look at Jack. He's a boy now. I'm so glad you could spend time together. Susan
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