In the hours before Isaac was to arrive home after having lived in Russia for the bulk of the last school year, the girls got together and made him a big ol' sign for the airport.
We were soo excited, but we weren't the only ones excited by his being back home.
Isaac himself had been waiting for this for a long time.
Russia was a mixed bag, to be sure. My perspective is that he had the best and the worst year of his life. While he certainly learned a lot about dancing, he also learned a lot about himself, friendship, his country, his family and his God.
He was also reminded about the value of
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In return for our months of sacrifice, we got home a grateful son.
Everything that is put on the table is the best food ever.
A tiny act of service (such as putting his glass in the sink for him) does not go unnoticed.
The green of the trees and the simplicity of our wildflowers are a thing of unequaled beauty.
We went into a store at twilight and exited to a glorious scene:
It was wondrous to all of us, but especially to the small-town boy who had been so long in the big city.
Then, we drove by fields of alfalfa with their heavy, fresh scent of summer.
It was . . . how can I describe it?
It was a moment of joy, love, comfort, familiarity.
He was home.
The joy was catching as we all rolled down the windows and enjoyed
"The streamlet, flow'r, and sod