First, I have to share this picture (above) of our dear friends, Rick and Signe, with their daughter. I was at SeaTac waiting to fly home to my family and they were there getting ready to begin their journey to Ethiopia. It was such a blessing to see them as they embarked on an adventure unlike any other. They met their son on Tuesday and had their embassy appointment on Wednesday. We are praying for a quick turn-around on N.’s visa.
Next, I have to share this photo of me with my Mom and sisters. I live six hours from my family and although we often make the trip to Seattle for medical appointments, we rarely get to relax and enjoy a visit. This time Russ drove home with the kids and I stayed to visit. It was a rare and wonderful treat. My Dad took us out for dinner at a nice Italian restaurant on Friday night, then on Saturday my Mom took my sisters and me to a tea house for high tea. We sipped tea, ate treats, and talked for four hours.
Next up are two photos taken moments ago. The first is of Honeybee adding hard boiled eggs to my humble attempt at Doro Wat. She told me it is not red enough and I must add more berbere. But she also agreed that it smelled pretty good.
The second one is of Dimples making Power Snacks with Samuel. Although Dimples claims not to like peanut butter, my sister-in-law, Lori, suggested I try making these with her. Samuel perfected the recipe:
2 cups peanut butter
1 cup powdered milk (we are going to increase it next time, but I didn’t want her to be suspicious since she doesn’t like milk)
1/4 cup honey
chocolate chips, chopped (the recipe calls for raisins, but she doesn’t like them at all)
She had a grand time mixing it all together and then rolling it into small balls. I’ll let you know if she likes her Power Snacks and they help us avoid “hunger-panic”.
There is so much more to say, but I have thirty minutes to finish preparing dinner, motivate the kids to set the table, and generally pull things together before the older crew and Russ walk through the door.
Last, but definitely not least, I leave you with this special photo of Eby.
(Post-script: Dinner is over and I acknowledge that I need to keep working on my Doro Wat; my girls were not overly impressed. After dinner Honeybee hugged me and said, “I feel sad and I don’t know why.” I asked if it was because the food reminded her of Ethiopia and she buried her face in my stomach and then said, “My Mom is gone,” and began to cry. After we rocked for a few minutes she told me that a friend at school asked her where her parents were. She answered that they died and then felt sad all day. Grief is a long process.)
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