In the past two weeks we have had several house guests (a friend from India, another friend from South Africa (via Germany) and my aunt and uncle), a small group reunion, and multiple impromptu pool parties.
Life is good here.
When Dan traveled to India a few years ago, he met Pensu, so when we heard he was coming to Kansas City we begged to have him stay with us.
When he arrived we casually mentioned that we love Indian food and might try to cook a meal together, you know, if he had time.
You guys, he stood up and immediately rolled up his sleeves and got to work in our kitchen. The next day we made a list and went to the Indian grocery store and proceeded to cook us breakfast, lunch, and dinner for the next few days, all while teaching us tips and tricks.
We made masala omlettes, egg curry, chicken curry, butter chicken, chai tea, daal, white gravy chicken, chickpea curry, chokha, grilled chicken, chai tea, and more. I did contribute naan to a few meals.
We were in foodie heaven and so appreciated the real life cooking lessons.
Unfortunately, Dan and I both caught a virus his last day here and Pensu had to leave a little early. Since then eating just hasn't been the same.
A few days later my dear friend Isabel who used to live in South Africa and work for my company but has now moved to Germany, was in the United States and decided to make a pit stop in Kansas City. The last time we saw her was 7 years ago, and even though I was slightly afraid that having three kids had changed me into someone she wouldn't recognize, we picked up right where we left off and we had such a great time hanging out with her for a few days.
We wanted to show her the typical American suburban life, so we made sure to take her to t-ball practice, Target, Wal-Mart, and Aldi.
My mom watched the girls one night and we took her to our favorite brewery/pizza place. After I sadly dropped her off at the airport I hurried home to get ready for our small group reunion.
After having a small group for a few years, you start to lose a few families to new towns, new states, new churches, and new small groups, but when they leave there is a little space that can never be filled again. Nothing makes my heart soar more than catching up with these people, watching their children grow and seeing how God is using them.
Dan says that next year we are making t-shirts.
Also, sometime in between now and the last time we talked, Ina graduated from kindergarten!
She has grown so much this year. Even though I still call her baby, there is no baby left in her beautiful and mature face. She loved her teacher, Mrs. Russell, who may have given her a little special treatment.
One day during the last week we rode our bikes to school and she took each hill and sharp turn with patience and determination.
A few other things, rapid fire:
Mira's language is exploding and every time she calls herself "Baby Mira" I fall in love with her a little bit more.
Ina and Cora spent the night with their cousins one night and my sister confirmed her super mom status by getting 5 kids ready for church before 8:00.
Ina had her last t-ball game, and her interest went from almost nothing (more interested in playing in the dirt) to mildly enthusiastic about fielding, hitting, and throwing the ball.
She was, however, always enthusiastic about snack and visitors coming to the game.
We celebrated Father's Day with a crayfish/shrimp boil, which I predict we will repeat every year due to its deliciousness/easiness ratio.
ice cream with friends.
My cup is running over and I am soaking in every drop.
I hope you have a fantastic 4th of July!