Mehandi for D's engagement. She wanted me to wear it, and one of the girls did it for me.
At D and R's engagement party.
J officiates the ceremony and I take pictures and try not to sob like a baby.
Our 'guest house' at the mission where D was raised was inhabited by what seemed like millions of these guys. I wasn't too thrilled to hear them walking on the ceiling in the middle of the night...
Our kids made tons of friends at the mission, the majority of whom are orphans. We brought them toys, treats, and clothes our kids had outgrown.
A sampling of the gang.
Oldest and C play cricket with some of the kids. Turns out they're fairly good.
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