Most of the kids were glued to the TV all day...watching first Sky High and then ShilohWe made spaghetti for 20 kids...there was not enough water to re-fill the pot, so we just put more pasta in...the water became like glue: sticky and thick. Sick. I ate it, covered in homemade sauce, so it tasted like something other than sticky pasta. The kids hated the sauce, so we brought home about a gallon of tasty, garlic-y sauce.
This boy took 178 photos and I only kept 16 of them.
Steward helped to cook the meal and then even helped to put the dishes away after...he's so great.
David was upset about the pasta...and sat in the corner in sadness until he was given a bowl of rice.
How beautiful is this face?
Chris left the party early (pre-clean-up...jerk!). We came home to find him eating a tuna sandwich and watching Veronica Mars on his laptop.
Daina and I walked home in the rain...after drying off we sat in silence for a bit.
Now we're all in the living room...Chris is reading and teaching about Rasputin. Daina is loading photos. And our conversation has been sporadic, but including such topics as: The Sandlot, Sin City, predestination, serif and sans serif fonts, and sweet tattoos.
I love being here. I know that God perfectly orchestrated this place, this time, this team. Even in the midst of rainy-day-sticky-pasta frustration, I know this is exactly where I am supposed to be.