
The grad’s in uniform.

The grad’s in uniform.
It has been a busy fall for Son 1. He is doing his mandatory military service, the "boot camp" part, and that will last till next March. That’s what he gets for having two nationalities. He is making the best of it.
He spent a month working for a Christian from the Geneva church who has a painting business. Every morning, Son 1 was up before 6 AM to make a little extra money, probably for a trip somewhere.
Last Friday was his graduation ceremony where he received his BS in Forensic Science. It was a reunion time for him and the other 25 students who survived the three year program (220 started…)
We are proud of him. He did great. And he’s looking forward to the start of his Masters program in 2010.

We are celebrating wife’s birthday today. Born on the first of May, she deserves a day off!
Love you, Wife. Have a great day.
We’ve got a second exchange student, but only for 2 weeks. Alex is here from Zurich and he’s working with a Christian book editor just to see what it’s like. It is a mini-apprenticeship where he’ll get a taste of life on the other side of studies. Joel, our Basel exchange student, has been bouncing off the walls, so excited, for now he has a chance to use his German, and not just French and English.
All that to say: Come on over and practice your English with us. A couple week stay will do you good. And us to.
Son 1 turned 22 today. Taller than me. Stronger than me. More handsome than me. More brain cells than me. A better heart than me.
Just the way it should be.
Happy Birthday, son. The day you arrived was one of the happiest in life. No doubts.
The time in the USA was refreshing. It was very difficult to say
goodbye to son, Dad and Mom, brothers and sisters, nieces and nephews,
aunties and uncles in addition to our family in Christ. I feel that we
are privileged to see "snapshots" of your lives every two years.
Children who were not even born last time we visited now chat away in
some incomprehensible baby language, where the only truly recognisable word is the frequent MINE.
Between "pictures" some people lose a step. Some gain a pound or two.
Some of us lose a bit on top. Others inherit a crease or two. Some grow to greater depths of love…
I am not much of a change agent. If someone asked me to "come in and change things", I would probably say: Why? I tend to gravitate to the familiar (though I’ve dared to do many new things). I often think I was born about 25 years too late. Yet perhaps being born too late is what will save me from myself. I might have (I’m not safe yet, I know) grown up into someone extremely narrow.
Yet despite my love of stability, life has sure changed. Son 1 is a senior, finishing in Lausanne his BS in forensic science. Son 2 is over 5,000 miles away in only his fourth week of studies at Harding. Daughter leaves tomorrow for a year-long spiritual internship in Marseilles, France. Last Saturday, we welcomed Joel (16) to our home. He’s from German-speaking Basel and will live with us for two semesters as he learns both French and English. Yep, things are changing.
I guess the key for me is simply to adjust, to always appreciate those around me, always looking for God at work today.
I know He’s there. I know he’s working. I just want to see it more clearly.
Thanks for your patience. I have no idea if folks are coming to the blog from time to time, but if you have, sorry about the lack of information. I am not on a regular schedule, and that keeps me from putting up the posts as I’d like.
Son 2 made it to Searcy, Arkansas. His 1st cousin once removed picked him up in Little Rock, without baggage, which seems to be our modus operandum these days. I am just happy that we didn’t have to pay for the baggage since the tickets were bought months and months ago.
I picture him moving into his dorm today. He throws his backpack on the floor, the one he carried on the plane and, VOILA, he’s moved in. If all of life were as easy. Of course, he has no deodorant, towels, change of clothes… Should be a fun few days.
The rest of us miss him already. He’s a good son, a fun brother, and a pleasure to be around.
Yes, I miss him already. But couldn’t be prouder…