AI surprise ruined

I am SOOOO angry right now! Seriously shaking angry. I know I am overreacting but a friend from Andrey's office just texted me to tell me who won American Idol. I don't care who it was it's just that we are hosting a AI Finale watching party tonight and I wanted to BE SURPRISED!! She should know b/c she is also coming! Takes all the fun right out of it. I want to cry.

Sleep

What? I haven't posted in 9 days? Time is racing by lately. I was seriously surprised to see that May 5 was the last time I posted. Busy. BU-SY right now. May is a busy month because I am working ~40 hours a week at the clinic plus I am finishing one of my last major midwifery modules - all the about the newborn, which has 4 very long assignments. The two I just finished totaled 56 pages with 10-point type. Yesterday I took two of the four tests in this module and it felt great to be done with those. So today, I'm allowing myself to get caught up on a few things - like grocery shopping and blogging. I also met a friend for coffee this morning, which was nice.

Starting tonight I'll be working every other day until a week from Saturday - alternating 12 hrs on with 24 to 36 hrs off. This happens to be a very common schedule for most of the Glory Reborn staff and frankly I don't know how they sustain it for years and years. Granted, they're not working on a degree at the same time, but I think I would be nearly just as tired with or without the studies. It's just hard having inconsistent sleep patterns. It just feels harder on the body. In my lowest tired moments I wonder if midwifery is really worth it, I long to feel rested so bad but then I realize that this is probably quite similar to how parents of young children feel all the time too. So it's not like giving up on midwifery will make it all better, which I don't plan on doing anyway.

I have always been a good sleeper. Always. Until I started working night shifts two years ago. The frustrating thing is the fact that the pressure of really needing a good sleep when I have the opportunity to sleep makes me unable to SLEEP! How stupid is that? I seriously work myself up so much that I lie there feeling angry about still being awake. It's madness!

Andrey tells me I just need to not care about not getting sleep, that way I'll be able to sleep. Believe me, if it were that easy I wouldn't be struggling with this to begin with. Make myself not care? Fine. Maybe, if it were every once in a while. And I told him he is sweet for trying to help but I simply don't agree. Yes, I (now) agree a night with poor or little sleep isn't that bad (I used to be WAY worse!) but I'm talking about the importance of a night of sleep after a previous sleepless, work-filled, tiring night. Or a night of sleep after a previous night with only 3 hours of sleep. Humans need sleep. God created sleep. I am not crazy to feel like I REALLY just need to sleep sometimes. When I don't get sleep I don't make much progress on assignments! I sit there at the computer, spacing out, taking way too many breaks to pee or eat or check email... again... and then get sucked in to facebook (I know it's nobody else's fault but mine) for 20 minutes and then I check a blog and then another and then suddenly hours have gone by and oh shit, I still haven't gotten any assignment done! And then it's time to make dinnner. I could try to push through with lots of coffee. I'd probably get more done that way but then that is a recipe for an inability to go to sleep later.

I haven't exercised in weeks which I know would probably help me sleep better. I've tried herbs - skullcap, passionflower, sleepytime tea. These help sometimes. I've taken magnesium maleate, which helps sometimes. What really works are anti-anxiety sleeping pills but they are habit forming so I save those for only my most desperate times. I've also started a bed-time routine to help get me relaxed for sleep. I dim the lights, put on soft music, no computer or TV is allowed, do some reading, journaling or praying. That helps sometimes too. Maybe I do just have to find a way not to care about sleep. If so, how the heck do you do that???

I'm surprised Andrey suggested this. Ever since we've been married he has remarked at my silly habit at counting hours of sleep. He calls me the sleep-counter. This is how it goes...

Ok, let's see. What time is it? It's only 10. I have to get up at 7, so that's at least 8, almost 9 hours. Great! It's going to be a good day tomorrow. (My body's favorite number is 9)

-OR-

Oh crap it's late. And I have to get up 5. Five hours? Oh tomorrow is going to be awful.

And that was back when I got to sleep every night. No night shifts. No midwifery training.

Now it's even worse. I say to myself... I got 3 hrs last night and I'm exhausted. Damn I'd better get at LEAST 8 hours tonight! Oh no but it's already midnight and I've been lying here for more than two hours! I'm screwed! My hours are chewed down to almost 6! Oh God no! Help me, please! Why can't I sleep?! This is so ridiculou! I'm so tired! And this is when I either feel like punching the wall or crying.

So this whole thing isn't about the sleep lost when I'm working. It's about sleep lost when I theoretically can and should be sleeping. That is the frustrating part. I know it is all in my mind but that is a very tough battlefield. It also has to do with anxiety and the stress hormones that are released when I am lying there analyzing my day. I sometimes lie there and run through scenarios of things I said to people and realize things I didn't notice before or realize a mistake I made a work or that I forgot to do something and maybe so-and-so is mad about me or because I said the wrong thing...all the while I feel this surge of adrenaline going through my body. I'm going to have to get a handle on this because stress is very damaging to the body (knowing that doesn't help). At least I am eating well. I still make the time to prepare dinner almost every night and we eat pretty well when I do.

I also realize that this temporary. Once I finish this module things will slow down a little bit - not much, but a little. And hopefully we'll get more staff at the clinic (we're currenly short-handed and that's why i'm working a little more than usual) soon so I won't have to work quite so often. I just feel this is a common life challenge that I need to learn to overcome.

burdens, blessings and something about love

My blogging has been spotty. I feel compelled to write something so I'm just going to start and see what comes out. I think sometimes I don't blog because I feel I don't have anything "good enough" to share. It's as if it needs to be a polished thought or an impressive post. I wish this wasn't so because sometimes I just need to write. I do reserve my journal for times like that as it is a place I can write more freely but I'd like to get better at doing a bit more of that here. One reason for that is that my favorite blogs are the ones that are real, raw and unpolished. They're just about life. And life, in its truest sense, is that. Raw. Real. Unpolished. Ugly, even. And, as this post turned out, corny. So at the risk of not sounding as cool and smart as I wish I was, I will ramble a bit about what has been occupying my time and thoughts these days and not waste time trying to make it sound good...

Lately I've been burdened. Burdened in one of the few positive ways one can be burdened. Burdened and compelled to pray, and compelled to treasure the numerous, abundant blessings in my life.

I am burdened by the sufferings of friends I know, of people I don't know and of things that are far-removed such as what I read about online or in the news. I can vascillate between feeling numb or feeling too much in reaction to what's going on around me. Lately it's been the latter. Here are a few examples of the things a little closer to home that make me feel deeply sobered to the realities of life...

I have a friend in Oregon whose 22-month-old son fell through a screen from the third floor of their town home onto his head on the concrete. He's hanging on but the extent of the damage is unclear at this point. Everyday I read her blog to get the latest update and hear her pour out her heart that is grieving, struggling, angry, and so, so sad that her son may never be the same again.

I have a friend at church whose 10-year-old son had brain surgery a week ago for bleeding in his brain after symptoms of a concussion weren't attended to while he was boxing in a neighborhood gym. He was encouraged to keep boxing and ended up unconscious. 10-years-old. His mother is 28 and 7-months-pregnant. Her 8th pregnancy in 11 years. They are very, very poor. Neither parent has a job. Thankfully the gym is paying for all of their son's expenses because there is just no way they could afford any of the care he's received. He woke up from a coma two days ago, thank God but the damage in his brain is yet to be determined.

One of the long-term midwives at Glory Reborn desperately wanted to get pregnant after she married. A year went by, and then another. So many of us prayed with and for her that she'd be blessed with a baby. And then it happened! And there was much joy and rejoicing and hope and excitement - especially on the part of Tina and her husband Vincent. Tina delivered a baby girl last month, "Hannah Monique." After birth, baby Hannah was rushed into surgery for a severe diaphragmatic hernia (the contents of her abdomen were displaced up into her chest cavity, restricting adequate growth and development of her heart and lungs). Everything that could possibly have been done was done but she didn't make it. Tina and Vincent were and are devastated.

I am sorry to depress you. These are just a few things/people that I think about a lot lately. The good side of this has been some of the moments in the past week that I have felt urged to soak up, inhale, take note of, revel in, and enjoy. Most of which have involved being with Andrey. Definitely the best thing in my life these days (& the past 7 years), is my relationship with Andrey. I really enjoyed hanging out with him this past weekend. Not that we don't usually enjoy spending time together, because we do. Time with Andrey - talking, eating, laughing, being silly - is one of the most life-giving things in my life and for some reason this weekend, even though it was full of ordinary life, just felt extra special.

Andrey typically isn't comfortable with being affectionate in public. I'm not talking about making out here. Ick. Not in public. We've become part Asian in that sense as we find ourselves very uncomfortable with inappropriate public displays of affection such as groping and necking. No, I'm talking about holding hands or walking with arms around each other. I love that stuff. I realize it's one of my most favorite things in the whole wide world, for Andrey to put his arm around me in public or want to hold my hand - more so in public because for me it means SO much that Andrey is compelled to express his love, not only just for me but for others to see. It sends the message to me that I am loved, wanted, special and that he's not ashamed to show it that I am his. I love it so much. Last weekend Andrey was uncharacteristically "lovie" with me in public. Once or even twice in the mall he reached over and kissed me on the forehead and smiled at me affectionately. I was beaming. I could have just melted into a soppy puddle right then and there in the pet shop. Few things make me feel happier or more loved.

Perhaps it's the fact that we know these days of just the two of us are fleeting and should be taken advantage of. Or perhaps it's the Lord further strengthening our marriage because we're going to need to be strong and united for the imminent parenting challenge ahead. Perhaps it's the awareness of how tragedy could strike at any time. As others can attest, life is just moving along and then BAM! - it's changed, forever. So I sat in the middle bench seat the other night when Andrey was taking me to work so we could be close and I told him how thankful I was that he's alive and doesn't have an unknown extent of brain damage. Time lately has been extra sweet and I am thankful. So, so thankful for all that we have. So thankful for my best friend. The guy I will team up with in this parenting thing soon enough and for the rest of my life, should the Lord bless us with that.

Part of the fun lately is seeing each other scold our cat Gerald when he does something he's not supposed to - like pee in our plants or scratch up our furniture. I was so entertained seeing Andrey run after Gerald, yelling his name scornfully. I too must look ridiculous when I suddenly get up from my chair to grab the spray bottle of water to discipline a silly little cat, provoked by his latest offense. I mentioned to Andrey something like this, "Man it's gonna be entertaining seeing each other lose our cool with our kids someday. I'm sure I'm going to find it hard not to laugh!" These are the things we look forward to, I guess.

I realize this post has turned corny. But love is corny so I don't care. God has given me a gift greater than I could ever have dreamed up myself. I am savoring and relishing this relationship; this partnership; this friendship. I want to combat the lie that all marriages eventually dry up and aren't fun anymore at some point. What a lie! Marriage is wonderful! We're coming up on our 7th anniversary and I'm still crazy for my nerdy husband!

I realize that if God could give me such a wonderful gift in Andrey, that I expect I will think the same of our future children. I know there will be times when I realize how perfect our adopted children are for our family and how precious they are. Times when I will be filled with love for them and with joy for God's amazingly creative goodness to us - how they were specifically chosen for and meant for our family. I'm really looking forward to that but am also really enjoying today.

We can't expect or demand a life without tragedy or suffering. Not in this world. In fact, living in the developing world has made me baffled at how little suffering I have experienced and how unbelievable that is when the majority of people in the world seem to have so many, inexplicably more serious daily challenges. That's one of the most significant things I've learned since moving overseas - that my life, my experience of life actually represents life of the minority NOT the majority. The majority of humans in this world live with much more pain, suffering, and discomfort. To my surprise, many are full of joy and life, despite the awful tragedies they have had to endure. I am amazed at this. I know that I am to enjoy today, enjoy what God has for me today. Lately, that is a whole lot.

My Personal Family Planning Mission

I haven't posted in a while about my efforts to assist women in my small circle of influence in their family planning needs but wanted to update you on a few women who are gaining access to help in this area that might not otherwise.

Since I helped one woman get ligated after 10 pregnancies last August, I had a family planning consultation with my continuity patient after she delivered in February. She chose Depo shots so I researched the side-effects, benefits and costs for her so she could start it at the appropriate time.

My helper recently delivered her fourth baby (5th pregnancy) in the public hospital. Her labor and delivery ended up being complicated so I wasn't able to deliver her baby at the clinic. She wants help not having any more. She's interested in ligation. I've already discussed ligation and other family planning methods with her and her husband. They are very interested.

Another friend of mine from church is soon to deliver her fourth child, however this is her 8th pregnancy in 10 years. She's 28 years old. Can you believe that?? She's had three miscarriages and one of her children died at 18 months of an unknown cause. I chatted with her today and she is very interested in assistance with a family planning method that her and her husband can agree on.

It's my own personal mission! I can't help them all but I can help the ones that cross my path who are genuinely interested in doing something but need just a little help in the right direction.

Meet Gerald

It's becoming more and more obvious to me that we are ready for children...


Isn't he cute??

Sweet Talker? Sex Educator?

I got pulled over today by a traffic officer for trying to go straight through an intersection that was right turn only. As if anyone pays attention to the rules around here. Apparently in certain areas in the city around rush hour there are traffic officers that actually enforce traffic laws. I have gone straight through this intersection many times before but at other times of day I guess. Today was honestly the first day I noticed the prohibitive sign.

I apologized; Said I didn't see the sign; I'm new here; I wasn't aware (big liar), hoping he'd just let me go. This is probably not what I will teach my kids one day but there I was lying about it and claiming that I was new in town. The reason for doing that was not only as an excuse for not seeing the sign but as an excuse for driving with only my Washington State, U.S. driver's license. I still don't have a Philippines driver's license. I have friends that have lived her for 8 years and still don't have one so I decided I wouldn't bother. Well now I know that that's all fine as long as you don't get pulled over.

The officer informed me I was in violation for driving without a Philippines driver's license and that my American license was meaningless since it wasn't an international license. Again, I apologized. I said "I'm really sorry, sir, I wasn't aware" many times. Apparently the penalty for such a thing is to have our car confiscated until I get a license. Ouch. What? I asked him, "Can't I just pay a fine or something and promise to get my license ASAP?" I told him I even went out of my way to renew my U.S. license (which I did) so that I wasn't driving with an expired license. I told him the car was registered in my husband's name and that he really needs the car to get to work and that I won't drive it anymore until I get my license, just please let me take it home and it won't happen again.

He asked about my work. I told him I was a volunteer midwife in training at a maternity clinic that provides services to the poor (shamelessly trying anything to get on his good side). Then he told me that we can negotiate. He reminded me that I did offer to pay a penalty. I clarified this and told him that yes, I was indeed happy to pay a fine if he gave me a ticket. What I think he really wanted was a bribe but I wasn't going to offer one. I was just really curious to see if he would ask for one so I asked him what he suggested. He said again, "we can negotiate." Again, I said, "Ok, Sir. What do you suggest?"

After a few seconds of his mind seemingly churning and thinking of something he began to ask me what do I think about a woman menstruating twice in one month. He asked me, "What does it mean? Is it normal?" I was taken aback as I did not expect to discuss the female menstrual cycle with him but I decided I'd go along with it and see what happened. I asked him if he was referring to someone he knew, say his wife?... or perhaps... Clearly that was too personal so he said, "Uhh, just someone I know." I'm not sure why I asked that but I did want to know was this woman over 45? Could she be menopausal? No, she was 25. Ok. So I proceeded to explain to him that some women have irregular menstrual cycles because of an imbalance in hormones. I explained about estrogen and progesterone.

I thought to myself that other possible answers to his question depended on how heavy her flow was so I asked. He informed me, "just spotting." Again, I was flabbergasted that I was having this conversation with a traffic officer at 5 pm on the side of the highway in Cebu, but continued on as if absolutely nothing was abnormal about this. I mentioned that it could also be an indication that this woman is pregnant. And that if she was, I'd be happy to care for her myself at our clinic. "Pregnant?" he said with a look of concern on his face. I then explained about fertilization and implantation bleeding but gave a disclaimer that of course, I have no idea because I knew very little about this woman.

He thought about this for a few more seconds and then it became apparent that our "negotiation" was going to consist of him informing me of my violation, warning me of the consequences should this happen again, and letting me go. I wondered what kind of negotiation this was but of course was pleased. I drove away scratching my head and so very thankful that I got out of that with our car and my license still in my possession.

I could not have made that bizarre experience up it was so obscure. That's one thing I have come to enjoy about life in a developing country like the Philippines... you just never know what you'll see each day or what will happen every time you leave the house. Such an adventure. Makes for great stories.

The Engagement Photos We Never Had

When we were in Mexico last month our friend Andrew took us to the park for a photo shoot. We've never done anything like it before so we couldn't help but ham it up for the camera. We had fun, though. Here are a few of the shots from Andrew's photography blog. Check it out!

http://thewillmsphotogblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/guy-and-girl-photoshoot.html

Gerald

We got a cat! His name is Gerald. Our camera is broken, so sadly I can not include a photo of his tiny body. He's a kitten. Not sure how old. He and three siblings appeared out of nowhere at the clinic about a month or so ago. Hilary was trying to find homes for them. She had the genius idea of bringing the kittens to the clinic Easter party yesterday. It was very effective. Andrey happened to be with me so we were able to make the decision on the spot. We have been tossing up the idea of getting a cat but not wanting to deal with finding someone to house sit every time we go out of town, which is often. With Hilary and her husband agreeing to take care of the cat each time we are away, we couldn't refuse.

Gerald is mostly white with a few grayish-black spots on his head and a grayish-black tail. He is very social and cuddly and has bad breath. He is very playful. His meow sounds more like a squawk. He is almost always purring, especially when he's curled up next to one of us. He's quite the happy-go-lucky cat. He's even litter trained. He's super cute! We've barely had him 24 hours and both of us are smitten.

He was initially given the name "Jerry" by those who have been taking care of him the past month. Yesterday we decided to Filipinize his name so we started calling him "Jer Jer." But then we were told that that means "sex" in Visaya. No wonder why the others were giggling when we called him that yesterday! We've since changed his name to Gerald, his formal name.

Adoption Dream

I'm having lots of vivid dreams lately. Maybe it's the jet lag. As I was writing about the dream in my last post, I remembered a dream I had had the night before. This time it was an adoption dream.

In the dream I was at a gathering in a children's home. The scene was very similar to a birthday party at a children's home in Cebu that Andrey and I went to just before we started the adoption process. We were gathered with many others sitting at a long table. Then someone came in and told us that we'd been matched with two children. Immediately Andrey and I looked at each other, overcome with joy at the realization that we were getting siblings like we'd hoped. We were so excited! We didn't expect that we'd meet them right away but in the next instant two small children were brought to us. One child was a girl who looked to be about three or four years old. The other child was a boy, younger than the girl but I'm not sure how old because I didn't get a good look at him. The reason for this was because as soon as the little girl was brought into the room, she immediately ran to me and crawled up in my lap. Her face was smiling and bright. I was delighted at this! She was so tiny and seemed to be very malnourished. Then we were told that she was actually six years old. I thought to myself, Wait! I asked for a child under 4! But I felt such love for the child that I decided I was willing to consider it and wondered if this was really what the Lord had for us.

The best part of the pregnancy and adoption dreams was a common element in both: an immense feeling of joy. Ecstatic joy. Excited happy delight. The feeling was so similar in each of the dreams.

Who knows what they mean but I find dreams like these significant in some way and like to record them. Anyone gifted in dream interpretration?

Pregnancy Dream

Last week I dreamt I was suddenly about six months pregnant. Not sure how that happened but the weird part was that my belly was transparent and I could see my baby clearly. The remarkable part of the dream was the emotions I experienced. I was ecstatic. I was SO happy to learn of a baby growing inside that all I could do was hold my belly and smile and talk to my baby. I was so hopeful and happy but with an apparent tinge of worry that all would remain healthy and well until delivery. Then it occured to me that I only have a few months to decide where I would give birth and who would be my attendant.

I'm still holding out for this miracle someday while at the same time greatly anticipating the arrival of our adopted children. Recently I decided I would be like the persistent widow in the parable told by Jesus that illustrated to his disciples that they should always pray and not give up. In the story, a widow kept going to the house of a judge with a plea that he grant her justice against her adversary. The judge did not respect or honor God nor did he care what others thought so for a while he kept turning the widow away. Finally, only because the widow had become so bothersome the judge decided to give her what she asked for so that she would just leave him alone.

Jesus used this as an illustration to demonstrate that if an unjust judge grants justice why would God not bring justice to his chosen ones who cry out to him day and night? He will not keep putting them off. He will make sure they get what they ask for.

At the end of this parable Jesus says, "When the Son of Man comes, will he find faith on the earth?" Everytime I read this parable I felt this last line was out of place because I couldn't see how it applied to the story. However recently I realized that it must be there for a reason and so I feel I may have discovered why he said that. I realize that we demonstrate our faith in God when we ask him for things that seem impossible to us and to the world and culture in which we live. I believe he wants us to ask and to keep asking because it shows Him that we really believe Him; that we take him at his word; that we believe he not only can do what we ask but he actually wants to and will if we choose to trust him for it. As soon as we turn to other means and other ways, thereby putting our hope in other things, we are saying to God that we don't think he can or will do it.

So I've decided to continually cry out to God for this. Believing that he is able to do what he promised. Just like Abraham did: "Against all hope, Abraham in hope believed and so became the father of many nations, just as it had been said to him, 'So shall our offspring be.' Without weakening in his faith, he faced the fact that his body was as good as dead - since he was about a hundred years old - and that Sarah's womb was also dead. Yet he did not waver through unbelief regarding the promise of God, but was strengthened in his faith and gave glory to God, being fully persuaded that Go had power to do what he had promised."

Back in CEBU!

Yeah! We're home. There is much to fill in since my last post. Computer access is always very spotty during our annual trip to the D.C. area each spring. I'll give it a shot...

After we left Mexico we flew back to the D.C. area and stayed the night with some friends. Andrey spent the following day at the headquarters office of his job in some kind of training. I got the day to myself but had the task of getting to the hotel where we stayed during the annual prayer gathering (the main reason for going to DC every spring). A coworker of Andrey lent me his Ford Ranger truck. My job was to bring all four of our heavy bags down three flights of stairs into the cold rain and into the truck. I did this, one by one while thinking of how silly I would look doing something like this in the Philippines. I realized how thankful I was for life in the Philippines where there are porters to help you carry stuff. Yeah, I know I sound lazy but it made me appreciate life in the Philippines.

I learned that being in a big city without a cell phone driving on massive freeways that I don't know in the rain in a truck with an unfamiliar clutch is somewhat intimidating. I kind of forgot how to interact with drivers in the U.S. No honking, that's for sure unless you really want to piss somebody off. I was shocked - completely surprised when someone stopped and gave me space to make a U-turn to get ahead of him in a long line up at a traffic light. Shocked. What is this? I also find I'm nervous going through intersections with a green light. I'm scared to just blow through them, anticipating and expecting someone to pull out in front of me. People in the U.S., not always I realize, actually stop and wait at read lights. These are a few ways in which I experience culture strain when I come the U.S.

I made it to the Sheraton after all. That's the hotel where the prayer gathering was. We stayed there for three nights. The prayer gathering was FANTASTIC. This is where 900 people came together to prayer for the work around the world. Andrey's parents, sister and brother-in-law joined us and we had several good times together. It was very great having them there.

Andrey and me with Lisa & Mike (beloved sister and brother-in-law)
Mom, I stole this photo from your blog, I trust you don't mind :)

I can't share a ton about it here but I can tell you that the prayer gathering is a big highlight for us each year. It enables us to step back and get a bigger picture of why we are in Cebu. Plus, being around so many people who support and pray for us is AWESOME. We go away feeling exhausted at first, especially for Andrey since it's a lot of work for him, but overall hugely encouraged and refreshed. I get a chance to hang out with the other spouses of the directors serving around the world - in India, Africa, South America, Southeast Asia - and Andrey gets to spend a week afterward in a beautiful location on the Chesapeake Bay with the rest of the overseas field office directors. The spouses also joined them there for the first two days of the week. I reveled in the fresh, cold air and ample open space to enjoy outdoors. What a privilege to be a part of this organization and this work. They take great care of us!

While Andrey was at the rest of Team Week, as it's called, I stayed at Sean & Shannon's house in Virginia. Sean & Shannon lived in Thailand while we were there and we became very close with them and their kids. A friend of mine from Thailand, who now lives in NYC, came to visit for two days while I was there. I took her to see the cherry blossoms and the monuments and the White House. I am very Metro savvy now. I love getting around on the subway in DC. I also spent a day at the Arlington Cemetery with spouses of other directors - a British woman who will soon be moving to India and a politician from Zambia. I felt the most proud of my country being there with foreigners. Unfortunately, I wasn't able to be a very good tour guide as my level of knowledge of historical facts is sadly scanty. Shameful even. I blame it on my not-so-great public school experience and having probably one of the worst history teachers who actually convinced me that history wasn't practical or of any importance to our lives today. Or at least that is what I gained from class that consisted of copying his notes from the overhead projector instead of him teaching us anything interesting. I now think differently. I'm getting better though and learning more, little by little. It was a gorgeous, sunny day and I learned even more about the cemetery, as it was my third visit there. My cousin is buried there.

The last portion of our visit to America was spent in a cabin in rural West Virginia with Sean & Shannon and their two kids. Sadly, our camera bit the dust and so I currently have no photos of our time there. I'm hoping to get some from Shannon later. We spent four nights in a lovely wood cabin right near a river. On the first of our three full days we took a four hour hike through the Dolly Sods Wilderness. It was a beautiful, sunny and warm day. When the kids got tired of walking Sean told them stories to get them through. Katherine got to ride in a kid carrier backpack on Sean. That also helped. We stopped along the way and ate our packed lunch. So fun!

Dolly Sod's Wilderness (photo taken from here)

The next two days were spent either in the cabin or outside by the river for short periods of time because a storm came in and it SNOWED! It snowed for 36 hours and dropped at least 6 inches of powdery snow. It was beautiful. Snow is still quite a novelty for me so although I was a little worried about whether we'd get out of there, I was more excited about seeing it snow outside. We had a fire going constantly and I did lots of reading and relaxing. We did get out a few times to play in the snow. We even built a fire by the river while it was snowing and then Sean went fishing in the river. It was a gorgeous place to relax.

Early yesterday morning when we packed up and left we weren't sure we'd get out. The cabin is deep in a valley so we had some distance to travel uphill. After one scary 5-point-turn at the base of a hill we found an alternate route that got us out to a main road. The road was snow covered and icy and we remained in a winter scene for about an hour and then suddenly it looked like spring again. We made it to the airport on time, early even.

We had an easy trip back to Cebu on Korean Airlines. DC-Seoul-Cebu. It was the best itinerary we've ever had. Every time we travel like this we try to enjoy every bit of it, being just the two of us because we can't help but wonder if it will be our last trip without children and extra stuff to tote around. We watched three movies, ate several meals and slept quite a bit. We're enjoying it while it lasts because something tells us (hmmm, let's say families with kids sitting near us and every one else we know who travel with kids) that traveling just won't be the same. Although we really look forward to being parents, here's to living in the moment and being grateful for today!

It's great to be back in Cebu.

A Few Shots From Mexico

A waterfall outside of Monterrey at Cola de Caballo.

"Guy" taking shots of "Bud" on a very short donkey ride

The view of Monterrey from our hotel window

Rey del Cabrito "King of Goat" restaurant in Monterrey, displaying their specialty - As it turns out, not one of us was interested in trying it.

Parque Fundadores in Monterrey

We were only in Monterrey a few days. We spent the rest of our time in Torreon in Dana & Andrew's home but I didn't take any shots. That's when our five-year-old camera started going on the fritz.

Thanks Willms Family for showing us a fantastico good time!