The snow is gone...

And so is Josh. He's in Jamaica by now, but of course I had to get some pictures of him leaving. I woke him up at 3:15 am and he and Daryl were off to the airport by 3:45. He woke up his sisters--the big ones, I wouldn't let him wake up the little ones--to say good-bye.
And then had to scrape the snow and ice off of the car in order to get in!

We heard from him last night. He had just gotten back from evening church service and then had been wrestling with the children. He said he was hot and sweaty, and so glad to be back. He just sounded happy. He loves it there. And I love the idea of him being there, of following God's leading, of sharing the gospel, of doing what he loves to do. I just wish he didn't have to do it so far away.

As for the rest of us, we began our winter break with both Hannah and Daryl sick with fevers and sore throats. I still feel yucky too, but mommies don't get sick days!