I've been home from Ethiopia for a week but there is still so much to tell about what happened there! The internet service at our guest house was really spotty so there were two posts that we were able to put up while we were there that I was never able to link to here. A new post will be coming soon so I wanted to make sure you caught these two before you read the next one! If you haven't already, catch up on these posts at the Project Hopful website here and here, and watch for a new one coming soon!!!
We ate steak at the fanciest place in town, me and my sister, our husbands, and our parents. Around the table, we joined Mom’s reminiscing. We retold our favorite stories of family vacations and holidays. We revealed some silly childhood secrets. And we listened to Mom’s stories from fifty years she and Dad spent together. One of our favorite stories is of the birthday Mom expected a diamond ring but went home from their swanky dinner with a shiny new set of hot rollers. Whenever Mom tells that story, instead of making fun of Dad for his slow-moving ways, she praises his serious, methodical decision making. She points to it as proof of his dependability. My mom told stories. I told stories. My sister told stories. Even our husbands had memories to share. We retold some of the stories Dad put on paper in his journal for us. The thing we missed most was Dad’s voice in the storytelling. Rather than telling the stories himself, he locked eyes on the teller and responded, “By golly, that ha