Trot, trot, trot to Boston

There's a song that Bernard sings to a little friend of his while bouncing her on his knee. It goes, "Trot, trot to Boston, trot, trot to sea, trot, trot to harbor, trot, trot off my knee!" (as you pretend to make the child fall off your leg). Well, yesterday was the day that Bernard and I made our "trot trot to Boston". It was a make-up day for our snowed-out Christmas celebration on Monday.
We started out by grabbing some Dunkin Donuts coffees for the road after getting some gas. I have to say that after spending the summer in MA, Dunkin Donuts has become one of my favorite coffee chains . . . not necessarily because I think it's one of the best (though I do like it) but because it's a link back to Bernard - even when we're 13 hours apart.

The next part of the trip involved exploring Boston in the midst of the cold. It was super fun to walk around and see different sites as well as to just be outside for a while. The bike on the right is actually a metal piece in the middle of the city... too fun to resist a picture on.
We went to Faneuil Hall for lunch and saw some people ice sculptures in the making. The biggest surprise of the day though was when Bernard took me to the Wang Theater in order to see a "movie". I was convinced that we were really going to see "The Nutcracker" until right before the show and he handed me a playbill for "The Spectacular Christmas Show" put on by the Rockettes. It was a great show with a surprising 12th act when the Rockettes broke-out by telling the Biblical story of Christmas including readings from Luke 2 and Isaiah 9. I have to admit that that was super surprising to me. The Wang Theater itself was absolutely beautiful. It was definitely the most ornate theater I've ever been in. During the intermission, Bernard and I walked down to one of the balconies and just marveled at the intricacies of the theater.





After the show was a carriage ride - pulled by a bicyclist rather than a horse and then dinner in the Prudential Mall. We had a great time together trotting around Boston on our super special, super fun Christmas date.

Good times...

Last week Friday, I think that I had one of the most emotional parent conferences I've ever had in my life. "Abigail" was having a hard time making friends, and she felt "left out" and as though "the world meant nothing to her and they didn't care about her." Throughout the meeting, I prayed for wisdom, and by the end of the meeting, God had given me some amazing ideas - which is really cool, because I'm not a super creative person when it comes to interventions. However, even after the meeting was over, I was so aware that the idea that God gave me to help Abigail was not comprehensive or full proof and because of that, I was acutely aware of the need for God to intervene on Abigail's behalf. Thus, praying began.
This week has been so sweet. Every day, Abigail has played with someone during recess and eaten with someone during lunch (having nothing to do with the plan that we talked about on Friday). Today was the kicker though. Abigail's mom e-mailed me to let me know about an upcoming transportation change for her due to the fact that Abigail is going home with a girl from our class tomorrow. The mom wrote something like, "I don't know if a little birdie has been spreading the word or not, but I'm thankful!" And you know what, I was able to joyfully write back to that mom, "I didn't do any behind the scenes facilitating for Abigail, but I have been praying." Praise God! He's working on behalf of my sweet little one! I'm so thankful that He's so big and that this situation has been so much "out of my hands" from the very beginning that God is the one getting the glory for this - even if this family isn't believers. Yay!

Call me Jonah

I remember that once in high school, I was at a new youth group, and someone couldn't remember my name. So, the closest that they came to my name was to call me "Jonah". I remember not liking that because: 1. It's a boy's name. 2. Jonah seems like such a rotten character in the Bible. He doesn't immediately obey God. Then, he's humbled by God, so he obeys. But then, after he preaches repentance to his enemies, he gets really angry when they repent and God does not destroy them as originally told. Jonah literally complains to God by praying,

"O LORD, is not this what I said when I was yet in my country? That is why I made haste to flee to Tarshish; for I knew that you are a gracious God and merciful, slow to anger and abounding in steadfast love, and relenting from disaster. ³ Therefore now, O LORD, please take my life from me, for it is better for me to die than to live." (Jonah 4:1-3)

The guy is so upset by the Ninevites repentance that he wants to die. Do better, Jonah.
A couple of weeks ago, I was reading I Kings 16. In my reading, I had spent some time with Elijah and Ahab. In 16:29-34, the Bible details exactly how evil Ahab was by saying in verse 33 that, he "did more to provoke the LORD, the God of Israel, to anger than all the kings of Israel who were before him." In the following chapters, we read more of Ahab's detestable acts - how he killed Naboth in order to steal his vineyard, how he loved the worshippers of Baal, and even how he mocked Elijah. Reading those stories in those chapters literally makes you mad... or, at least, it made me mad. Then, in I Kings 21, after an interlude about some other kings, the Bible reminds us of Ahab, the King of Israel by saying in 21:25-26,

"there was none who sold himself to do what was evil in the sight of the LORD like Ahab, whom Jezebel his wife incited. ²⁶He acted very abominably in going after idols, as the Amorites had done, whom the LORD cast out before the people of Israel.)"

And, under God's guidance, Elijah goes to Ahab in order to pronounce judgment against Ahab because of his sinfulness. This is the moment that I've been waiting for, the moment where Ahab finally gets slammed for all of his horrible sin. Elijah pronounces judgment on Ahab in I Kings 21:21-24 by saying:

"I have found you, because you [Ahab] have sold yourself to do what is evil in the sight of the LORD. ²¹Behold, I will bring disaster upon you. I will utterly burn you up, and will cut off from Ahab every male, bond or free, in Israel. ²²And I will make your house like the house of Jeroboam the son of Nebat, and like the house of Baasha the son of Ahijah, for the anger to which you have provoked me, and because you have made Israel to sin. ²³ And of Jezebel the LORD also said, 'The dogs shall eat Jezebel within the walls of Jezreel.' ²⁴ Anyone belonging to Ahab who dies in the city the dogs shall eat, and anyone of his who dies in the open country the birds of the heavens shall eat."

Who-hoo! We can all give a cheer, right? Ahab's going down. God's justice is prevailing. And then, in the midst of rejoicing, I was forced to stop when I came to verses 27-29.

²⁷And when Ahab heard those words, he tore his clothes and put sackcloth on his flesh and fasted and lay in sackcloth and went about dejectedly. ²⁸And the word of the LORD came to Elijah the Tishbite, saying, ²⁹"Have you seen how Ahab has humbled himself before me? Because he has humbled himself before me, I will not bring the disaster in his days; but in his son’s days I will bring the disaster upon his house."

Did you catch verse 29? God has promised to show compassion on Ahab by delaying His just judgment on Ahab and his house because Ahab humbled himself ONE time after already being pronounced twice in Scripture as the most evil man ever to have lived up to that point. Does that blow your mind like it did mine? I was so mad! Here was someone who deserved judgment more than any other man in history up to that point, and God was showing mercy on him?! Are you kidding me?! Call me Jonah...
And then, after a few days of reading and rereading, and being mad, and wrestling with Scripture, it hit me. Ahab, the most evil man in the known world during his time needed God's compassion and mercy. God graciously extended it after one time of repentance. And, I realized, though my actions are not as extreme, my heart is like Ahab's. I was in just as much rebellion against God. I hated Him internally as much as Ahab did outwardly. I was just as much an enemy of God as Ahab was and as worthy of punishment as he was except for the fact that God extended mercy to me just as He did to Ahab. But, God was even more merciful towards me in that He didn't wait until I had a moment of repentance in order to show His compassion, rather:

⁸but God shows his love for us in that while we were still sinners, Christ died for us. (Rom. 5:8)

^{Indeed, according to Ephesians 2:, I once was}

1) dead in the trespasses and sins ² in which you once walked, following the course of this world, following the prince of the power of the air, the spirit that is now at work in the sons of disobedience— ³among whom we all once lived in the passions of our flesh, carrying out the desires of the body and the mind, and were by nature children of wrath, like the rest of mankind. ⁴But God, being rich in mercy, because of the great love with which he loved us, ⁵even when we were dead in our trespasses, made us alive together with Christ- by grace you have been saved— ⁶and raised us up with him and seated us with him in the heavenly places in Christ Jesus, ⁷so that in the coming ages he might show the immeasurable riches of his grace in kindness toward us in Christ Jesus. ⁸ not your own doing;For by grace you have been saved through faith. And this is it is the gift of God, ⁹ not a result of works, so that no one may boast. ¹⁰ we are his workmanship,For created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared beforehand, that we should walk in them.

And I was forced to realize that I love God's mercy and compassion when it's extended towards me and people that I love. I hate it when it's extended towards people who appear to be rotten through and through. But my heart and the heart of Ahab, the heart of Hitler, the heart of Pol Pot, they are all the same. We all need God's extreme mercy and compassion.
I am thankful that God exposed my heart like Jonah that cried out for judgment rather than compassion. I still have those tendencies in my heart and therefore, this particular sin battle is not over. Yet, I am thankful, that God has lovingly begun to chisel out the Jonah in me and cause me to experience the reality of my name's meaning - someone who is "growing in grace".

Special People

I love how in my experiences of traveling to different places in the world, I always meet people, and think, "Wow... how have I gone this long without knowing this person?" Coming to Massachusetts for several weeks was no exception to that experience. Let me introduce you to them and their families in the order that I've met them.
The three guys to the right are a mere sampling of the Doherty clan. This was a family that I knew remotely through their son, Sean, who I go to church with in Raleigh. They were the first family that I met in Mass. last summer, and Bernard claims them as his "American family". The Doherty's are the type of family who strive to be aware of and sensitive to where people are emotionally and then help as needed for as long as needed. They give generously of their time, possessions, and food so that people may have a good place to rest and recharge. I honestly don't think that I've ever been at their house for a day without someone who's technically not family coming over to eat with them. And that's just it, their view of family is so large and encompassing that people feel immediately loved and welcomed by them. They're the family who are letting me borrow their car this summer - the nicest car that they own which also has the lowest mileage. They give the best hugs, laugh til they get wheezy, and seek to love others as unconditionally as Jesus would. These guys are so special that it's hard to put it into words. I'm so thankful to be a part of their lives and that they're a part of mine.

I met this family a couple of days after the Doherty's in August of 2009. Throughout my relationship with Bernard, any time that I came to Worcester in order to visit, they're the family who adopted me. They would convert their study, which was used daily, into a bedroom for me - thus forcing Pradeep to take his studies into the downstairs family room. Pradeep and Sunita are from India and have really cool accents and habits because of the location of their upbringings. Their two girls are Kathy - a responsible, imaginative 8 year old and Judith - who's finally warmed up to me just in time for me to leave and lose it all.;) I love this family so much! I love how they have tea time and that Sunita doesn't get flustered by details. I love how Pradeep is super disciplined in his studies in order to be a more usable vessel and Sunita gladly shoulders the extra responsibilities that occur because of his studies. I love how this family loves spending time together and will incorporate anyone into the family activities who might enjoy the fun or would benefit from the encouragement. I love the traditional Indian food and the coffee. (I learned to love coffee from Sunita.) I love how they consistently have people into their home and aren't afraid of mixing groups of people who may not normally combine. I love how joyful they are in their service, and I love watching them love other people well. Every time I spend time with them, I leave their house feeling encouraged and refreshed.
For starters, let me explain the picture that I have of Janet and Steve. I asked them last Sunday if I could get a picture of them together and for one reason or another, it just didn't happen. Then, Steve went out of town for a couple of days. The result is that I took a picture of this framed picture that Steve has on his desk. This couple is the couple who have welcomed me into their home this summer even though we probably had one conversation lasting about a minute prior to my coming in June. The reason that they were willing to take me in? They wanted to be supportive of Bernard and take the opportunity to serve him well since they go to church together. Janet and Steve are both very laid back people who have given me freedom to plan my day in the way that sounds best and gives me the most time with Bernard. But it's obvious to me that despite being pretty laid back about most things, they do feel at least partially responsible for my well-being as evidenced by the fact that Steve waited up one night when I came home later than expected because I had lost track of time. They've served Bernard and myself quietly by sharing their home, food, and company these past six weeks without expecting anything in return.
This last family I met through work. Jen (on the right) was my co-teacher as well as the lead teacher at my site this summer. She and her family took me in by having me over to their house for "planning" (which really turned into watching The World Cup and eating NE grinders) and then taking me to Jen's parents' house on a different day for "planning" (which really turned into eating NE grinders - love those things - and talking about our families). Jen would recommend local hang out spots, bring in local cuisine for me that I "just had to have while I was in MA", and share stories from her life. Jen was someone who consistently went above and beyond in her position, handled a lot of stressful situations in stride, and was continually thinking of what was best for the students. She always did what she said she would do, and she reminded me that when you're teaching, you really have to look at the people you're teaching and not just curriculum. Though, she modeled what it meant to truly have a healthy balance between those two things. I honestly believe that this next year of teaching third grade will look different (in a positive way) because I got to work so closely with Jen this summer.
So, as this summer comes to a close and I begin to think about going back to NC on Saturday, starting to teach again, and even what kind of activities I will choose to be a part of this next year, I can't but help take pieces of these people with me. Indeed, my life has been touched by their lives, and they have all left me slightly changed. I'm thankful.

Waiting....

Dear Friends,
To those of you who actually read my blog - THANK YOU! I can't tell you how special that is. And, so, it is for you that I am writing this brief post. I did not update this past Thursday because I didn't have the pictures that I thought would prove to be most helpful in supporting my ideas that I wanted to write. I am still working on acquiring those pictures and it could possibly be another week. So... if you check back in 1.5 weeks, there should be something to read. Thanks for being patient!

Joanna

Things I've learned...

The other day, I spent some time thinking about the different things that I enjoy about New England. I love how it's cooler here than it is in NC. (Even though, technically, it is regularly in the 90's.) I love how neighborhoods keep trees and the houses don't look identical to each other. I love the windy roads, the thick foliage, the stone walls, and the hydrangeas in 4/5 out yards. I love that there are Dunkin Donuts approximately every 3 miles. And, I love the hospitality that I've been shown throughout my time here - from people I've just met through work and church to people I've known for almost a year now. But the thing that I love the most about New England, particularly Massachusetts, is that this is where Bernard is. It's been so amazing to get to spend time with him on a daily basis and to learn more about him and our relationship. Here are some things that I've learned.

1. I've learned that Bernard likes background noise when he's trying to concentrate on things. If there isn't already background noise, he likes to create it by drumming his fingers in a really snazzy beat or hitting his legs. He also paces when he's really trying to think.
2. I've learned that Bernard really thinks it's important to open and close my car door. I've adjusted to this one quickly.;)
3. I've learned that in short distances, I can outrace Bernard but in long distances, he has me beat by several strides.
4. I've learned that Bernard is absolutely defenseless once he starts laughing, which could account for the reason why I have a winning thumb war record against him that currently stands at 9/10!
5. I've learned that Bernard is almost always right about the usage of any "big" word or phrase that we're arguing about (onomatopoetic and "Don't be a patsy" just to name a few), but that I'm the champion of common vocabulary like "guinea pig".
6. I've learned that if Bernard could do any job in the world, he would work with sustainable energy because he loves the idea of working with something that lasts.
7. I've learned that Bernard is extremely patient in conversation and will work through misunderstandings in order to understand what I'm trying to say - even if the conversation is about cookie dough.
8. I've learned that Bernard likes to be reminded about things just so that he's sure he's not forgetting something important or something that he said he would do.
9. I've learned that growing up, Bernard would spend hours looking at the clouds and trying to figure out what animal shapes they were in and exactly what action that animal was doing. I've also learned that he still enjoys doing this.
10. I've learned that Bernard knows more about the US Government, its current officials, and current local and world events than I do. This could be because his favorite radio station is NPR.
11. I've learned that Bernard typically drinks a glass of juice for breakfast instead of eating anything.
12. I've learned that he likes kit kats on his ice cream, but that he's also willing to let me order a vanilla cup with hot fudge and heath bar on it for us to share.
13. I've learned he doesn't have the best sense of direction when it comes to new places, but he can remember the address for a place that he's visited twice.
14. I've learned that Bernard likes to play the piano and will spend hours trying to figure out the different hands for a particular hymn that he really wants to learn how to play.
15. I've learned that Bernard turns the radio off when I'm in the car and start talking. (Well, that is if it's talk radio and not music.;))

So, yeah, those are a few things that I've learned. There are more, and, hopefully, there will continue to be lots more, but those are all I'll list for now. It's just been so fun to be around Bernard enough to get to know him better and learn "little" things about him as well as to be on the receiving end in that Bernard also wants to know the little things about me. Oh, the beauty of not being long distance!

A typical week....

I usually get a little nervous when I use words like "typical" because I'm never really sure what counts as "typical" for my life. But, putting that analytical thinking aside, I thought that this week, I should blog about what my life looks like during a "typical" (ah - there it is again!:) week in MA.
Work happens between the hours of 7:15 AM (when I start my 45 min. commute) and 2 PM (when I arrive home). While at the center, I teach one group of kids English grammar and then switch after 2 hours in order to teach a second group of kids American culture. One of these groups is super fun and easy to work with. The other group? Well, I find them quite high maintenance in that they really have no qualms about talking when someone else is talking - whether it's me or another student. Needless to say, we do a lot of stopping and waiting, which is frustrating, but I'm hoping that over time they'll get as sick of doing that as I already am.... and talk less as a result of their extreme dislike for waiting. I only work four days a week, which is super great. Though I don't get the same day off during the week from week to week, it's nice to have a "Saturday" in the midst of my regular week. My time after I come home consists of a fair amount of planning for the next class period, doing little projects around the house, and hanging out with Bernard. Which brings me to what I normally do in the evenings.
For starters, Bernard and I are very different in the sense that I love schedules and he's more of a "go with it as it comes" type of person. This summer, we've reached a nice compromise in that we keep a flexible and skeletal schedule. Here's what I mean....
On Monday - We go on some kind of date (It was "Toy Story 3" last night! What a great movie! I did cry during parts, but is that really atypical for me to do during any movie?)
Tuesday - We do something active together (So far it's consisted of playing tennis and having to come up with "special" rules for ourselves just so that we can actually play. One rule was, "It can bounce as many times on your side as necessary but if it stops bouncing, the other person gets a point. First person to 11 wins." We're hoping to one day graduate to the real rules.;))
Wednesday - I make him dinner and bring it to the library at WPI. We eat together and then he works on homework for his summer class while I do other things like write letters or label pictures. I love this night! Thus far, the weather's been nice enough that we've been able to stay outside the entire time. It's also great that Bernard isn't a picky eater. The first meal that I made for him was kind of a rough (Eggplant spaghetti), but he ate it like a champ!
Thursday - Bernard goes to class, and I do one of the many projects I brought with me from NC.
Friday - Sunday - Free (We don't want to be overly scheduled here.;))

The schedule is flexible in that we can easily switch Tuesday night activities for Wednesday night activities if needed or completely delete or add something from the schedule, and it's skeletal in the sense that we come up with the specifics as we go along. I'm loving it! It's working well in the sense that we're both able to get the things done that we need and want to while spending quality time with each other.
So, there it is... my "typical" week.;)

Oh, DC....

A couple of days ago (July 1st - July 5th), a group of four of us (yes, there are four of us in this picture), traveled from Worcester, MA to Washington DC. We left late on Thursday night so that we would have the entire day on Friday to sight-see around the area. While it was a great idea to travel through the night in that we did have the extra day, I think we all underestimated how tired we would be the next day from not sleeping at all or sleeping in small cat naps. Though we were able to take a three hour nap at Betty's Bed and Breakfast (what Mara's mom likes to call her house) prior to hitting the sights, the day was slow and consisted of a lot of moseying around and checking out the "structural soundness" of different monuments - as seen below.


Later that night, Gladman and Nate headed back to Betty's B&B for crab cakes with Mara's family and a chance to play ladder golf while Bernard and I headed off to the John F. Kennedy Center for Performing Arts in order to watch "Mary Poppins" (a birthday present for me). We ate dinner at Watergate, which is really just a place we picked because it was located right behind the Kennedy Center. I think that the best part of the dinner came at the end when Bernard was trying to pay and there were several mix-ups with the waiter, bill, and whether or not Bernard had actually paid. (Don't worry, he did!:) I actually had to go to the bathroom at one point because I was laughing so hard about it.
After dinner, we headed over to "Mary Poppins", which was Bernard's "first play in English". (Evidently he's seen one other one in Russian.) Though Bernard had a hard time getting over the fact that you can't take pictures in the actual theater, once the play actually started, we both really enjoyed it. Both of us thought that the most impressive parts were the different stage "special effects" that they had including Mary Poppins ascending from the stage to the second floor of the building and Bert climbing the theater walls while singing. Needless to say, it was a great show and the perfect birthday present!
Bernard and I took the metro back to Betty's B&B that night, which was yet another funny experience as we both had no idea what we were doing regarding buying tickets and figuring out what platform to stand on, etc. It was quite obvious that we were the "country folk" who had come to the "big city" for a day of traveling. Mara and Char picked us up from our metro stop (they had driven in from Raleigh that night) and completed our journey by returning us all to Betty's B&B.
On Saturday, all six of us spent some more time sight-seeing, visiting different museums (The National Building Museum, the Air and Space Museum, and the National Museum of Natural History), and we ended the night by stumbling upon a rehearsal right in front of the Capital Building for the big Fourth of July concert that would be held on Sunday.


Sunday consisted of going to Capital Hill Baptist Church in DC and then heading from there for some more exploring in DC. On this day, we went to the Holocaust Memorial Museum and attended the fireworks in the Mall Area. (We were literally sitting about 200 feet away from the Washington Monument when the fireworks went off.) I think that this was my favorite day because we were generally well-rested and the Holocaust Museum was really interesting as well as thought-provoking. Though we had 1 1/2 hours at the museum, I only made it through one exhibit about Nazi propaganda and how it enabled Hitler to achieve power and the support of the German people as quickly as he did. Over dinner, Char brought up some her thoughts from the time in the museum, and evidently a guy named Andrew was listening to us respond to her. Andrew quickly joined the conversation, and through our discussion, we were able to talk with him about Christ and how we need Him for any kind of lasting heart change. The supper discussion with Andrew went for about an hour, and he ended up coming with us to the fireworks display. I just loved how God caused that whole conversation to unfold in a very natural way and that we got an opportunity to converse about Christ with someone who is not His follower.
As we all watched the fireworks go off over our heads, I couldn't help but be thankful. I think that this is the first year that I distinctly remember feeling ridiculously grateful that I live in the country that I do, God sustaining it even though we are capable of such evil (remember the genocide we just had reviewed in the Holocaust Memorial Museum), and the fact that God has given me the ability to know Him personally. So, DC, filled with all kinds of monuments and people was such a good reminder for me that while this world is not our lasting home, our lives touch others and we will all leave some sort of memorial. What kind of memorial am I currently leaving?

Busy, busy, busy

Life - wow! What a whirlwind it's been recently! In the past 3 weeks, I've been able to see more people that I love and participate in more unusual activities than I have in probably the last 3 months combined - seriously. Let me try to give you a summarized version of all of the wonderful people I've seen and things I've been up to as of late.

On June 11th, I ended my 4th year of working as a teacher/teacher assistant and went straight to my parents' home to celebrate my dad's 57th birthday. I was able to spend about 5 days with my family, which was great! We spent some time at the lake, during which Otter, Bethany and Dustin's dog, had his first swimming lesson. Obviously, he didn't like it.;)

After returning to Raleigh from my parents' home, I went to a former student's house for an authentic Mexican dinner. The meal was complete with macaroni and cheese made from spaghetti noodles, velveeta cheese, and topped with ham. Needless to say, it was a tasty and cultural experience.
The next thing on the agenda was a wedding on the beach. It was a two day event during which I got to take a long run on the beach, swim in the waves, and fight selfishness.
Yeah, nothing like a wedding to expose stuff in your heart.
Immediately after the wedding was a trip to WI where I got to meet my new second cousin, Joey, and catch up with some old family friends.

After a couple of days in WI with the relatives, I took an Amtrak train down to IL. I was quite nervous about my first training experience, but I passed with flying colors - well, except for when I almost got out at the wrong stop simply because we were at that particular station when I was supposed to be arriving at my station - which was really another 15 minutes down the track. The best part of training you might ask? You get to read while you wait for your destination to creep around the corner. While in IL, I got to visit these guys. We spent some quality time together eating icecream, sewing, and playing bean bag baseball. (Who knew it could be so hard to get a bean bag in a hole that's less than 10 feet away?!:))
I flew back to Raleigh on Saturday, June 26th, and got to go to Char's going away party.While it's a bummer that she's moving to Richmond, I know how much she loves her job so there are big pieces of me that are excited for her too.
On Sunday, June 27th, I participated in the BASF Smile Train Sprint Triathlon and met my goal of completing it in 1 1/2 hours, which was super exciting since it was so hot! It was really fun to compete in with Kristin and Candace in that it was their first ones, and they both did so well! Candace came in about 5 minutes after me and Kristin came in two minutes ahead of me!


Shortly after completing the race, it was off to church and then Bethany and Dustin's house for dinner prior to leaving for the airport for my summer in Massachusetts. Bethany and Dustin had a wonderful surprise up their sleeves by decorating their house for my birthday, making a great dinner, and inviting Mom and Dad along for the fun. Mom and Dad drove about 5 hours round trip in order to see me for an hour prior to me boarding the plane. It was such a special surprise, and I couldn't have asked for a better birthday present! (They even sent me off with flowers.;))

And now.... I'm in Massachusetts living the high life of having my possessions in a closet and a dresser. I even have a shelf in the fridge and pantry.... oh, the beauty of "belonging" somewhere after so much traveling! This is my sweet little room complete with two beds - just in case anyone wants to visit.;) Though, I promise, I'm okay by myself too. I have been able to see Bernard every day since coming to Mass. which has definitely been the highlight of my time.

So, yeah, it's been busy, but, wow, it's been good. I'm thankful that I've been able to see as many people as I have who I love so much and that I've been able to be a part of so many fun things. And, I'm thankful that I'm here in Massachusetts now. To think, I have six weeks of getting to hang out with Bernard.... among many other fun things. Now, that's what I call "summer"!:)