So yesterday was so great. Before bed last night I checked to see how many kiddos still remained needing sponsorship and it was down to 71. Thank you!!! 7 kiddos being sponsored is simply amazing. Now this morning I checked again and we’re back up to 77…hahahahah…so now I’m just not quite sure what happened, but already have an email sent in to try and figure it all out.
If you missed yesterday’s post you can READ IT HERE or just scroll down to the post below. There are currently 77 kids (which I think is actually less…maybe website malfunction) who are still needing sponsorship. This mean $38 a month for food, water, basic medical care, educational support and discipleship. You can see all the kiddos who still need sponsorship by CLICKING HERE and then choosing “unsponsored” in the Status bar at the top. Please consider sponsoring and/or joining us on our next trip.
In other news I’ve officially decided our summer should be deemed the Pool of Dreams. I keep saying “If you invite us, we will come.” And then we do. We’re all a bunch of fish with the exception of two of our fishes being unable to swim. Amon laid on this float in his floaty and grasping onto the handles for dear life until he fell asleep…in the pool…still holding onto the float. It was the greatest thing I’ve ever seen.
We’re all sorts of tan. We’ve torn through our first whole bottle of kids’ sunscreen. We have pealing toes and still laugh when we have goggle lines on our foreheads. And swimming with friends is our summer jam. Be careful when you say to us “Come swim any time” or “Come back soon”…because it’s likely you will find our tribe waiting at your pool gate, lunches packed and already sun screened up “any time” or “soon”.
Kids are sleeping like rocks and then still sleeping like rocks far into the morning time. It’s grand. I think we’ve found our groove. Hands down my favorite line this summer came from Hudson as he slipped his swimming trunks off and caught a glimpse of his unclothed, madly tan lined body in the mirror, “Hey it looks like I’m still wearing underwear, but I’m not.” Insert wild little boy laughter. Insert wild momma laughter too.
Yes indeed. Pool of Dreams. Now I just need my own Ray Liotta, James Earl Jones and a corn shaped pool float. Cheers to you summer!