Moving to Manhattan to plant Manhattan Pres we were prepared for the transience of the college students. We weren’t prepared for the transience of the military. I don’t know why, we should have been, but that’s beside the point. The point is we lose friends. And that’s super depressing. Sarah reminded me (before she left also mind you) that we will all meet again in eternity and this just helps us have even more reason to look forward to that. And she’s right. But it’s still hard. This spring and summer we were hit hard with a lot of families moving all at once. One was Berkley’s best friend and his family. And his cool mom and one of my good friends Brandi who sent me a picture of this a year ago and told me I had to do this for crazy hair day this year:
“School” is played almost daily around here. Here’s Berkley reading to her class.
The moment he realized he was out of Poke balls… (also backwards day at school, but I can’t say that’s the only reason his shirt is on backwards, it happens more often than you would expect!!)
Cemetery snack time after school
This month Manhattan Pres voted to become a particular church. That means we have 3 local elders and are no longer a plant (after the service to install them). God has worked in bigger and better ways than we ever imagined when we came out here 3 years ago. God has answered every one of our prayers and met every single need. We are just along for the ride of watching God work in his people. We’ve lived in Kansas for exactly 10 years. God willing we will live out the rest of our days here as well. If you would have asked us when we got married if we’d be more likely to live in Africa or Kansas, we most definitely would have both answered Africa! (cause really, who lives in Kansas??)
Here’s the petition the members signed to send to Presbytery.
Brian gets obsessed with random things every now and then (he called it “a desire to be educated” I call it “obsessed”). This month it was Soda. After reading books and watching documentaries, he now knows everything there is to know about soda. One day he was telling me all about root beer (and I’m a good wife and pretend to be super interested! 🙂 ) and I told him Mel has a recipe for homemade root beer. And that was the last I saw of him until this:
Beckham is playing soccer this Fall and loves it. It never gets less awkward yelling “Go Beckham!” and having parents think we are soccer obsessed, but “if the cleat fits…”
Then these crazies just hang and watch
Brian said I could be the sweet little red headed girl!