The first time I met Addie she looked at me and said,
"Hi my name is Addie, I'm six and I lost a tooth." She is Mark and Jane Petrak's granddaughter and we were so blessed to spend some time with them a few weeks ago.
Sunday nights are a little empty around here lately. The Petraks left us in San Antonio--for good things, actually great things--but still, we were left. I am excited about their new season but definitely miss their company. There is no pretending with them, all one can do is let down all walls and formalities, because they are just real and open friends who want to know you as you, instead of anyone you may pretend to be.
They also fed us once a week.
Some things are changing around here. James moved into a new house, and I will move at the end of this week as well. Friends are done with a semester of school, home groups are merging together, and decisions are getting worked out. Summer is also upon us, though the last few days have been quite cool and pleasant. I've started working with the non-profit our community is connected with, Boy With A Ball, helping with some editing and learning a little about grant-writing from my friend Melody.
I like change, life would be so uninspiring without it.
