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It's Saturday morning. One little guy is watching a video with Daddy, two college guys are off to a performance (at 8:00am?!!), the coffee faithfully drips from my gurgling dispenser of brown liquid morning greeter, and the rest of the house slumbers on. The world is draped in white again; no more frosted olive trees to charm the view.

And I am pleased to be home amidst children and community I cherish. The house is clean, although bombarded with boxes large and small (my daughter is purchasing the entire insides of a hair salon - bet you never thought about how many boxes that would take...)

The family we stayed with for several days in Spain has been knit to our hearts. God is doing something very special there. They have become very like family to me. I mean natural family. Is it her Dutch heritage? The charming New Zealand accent they boast? His endearing Andalucian manner? Perhaps the fact that she could pass as the sister I never had... something has brought them close. I already look forward to a future visit. I hope it is soon.

Ah, hah! I hear the welcome of a new face by others in the family room. I must run and say good morning to yet another member of the clan!