Just the beginning.

Living overseas is a little like parenting. Long days but very short years. That’s where we find ourselves these days. It’s been nearly three years since we packed our life into a handful of plastic bins, said goodbye to family and landed in a completely foreign land and let me tell you - we have had some long days. Long days of fumbling through strange grammar structure, sweating through the summer heat, begging locals to stop pinching our sons cheeks, singing songs with full hearts, praying prayers with empty hearts, learning and growing and rejoicing and grieving and keeping our eyes set on the age to come. Long days; but now looking back, three really short years, at the end of which we feel unrelentingly convinced that we have only just begun here. We feel like the lucky ones. Not everyday, but often. Privileged to live this story with these people in this land. We’re grateful for the story we’re living and the stories to which ours have been tied - some of your stories included.