As we pack our suitcases and I browse through our Instagram feeds and our camera albums on our phones it’s no question that this summer was one for the books. A summer not only so desperately needed, but one that was just so enjoyed. From Minnesota to Wisconsin, Michigan to Colorado– this summer was full of memories, laughter, and time with family and friends. I don’t know how 9.5 weeks went so incredibly fast but what I do know is I’m so glad we came home. Oddly enough coming home the last two summers (after life in Korea & then Morocco) never felt foreign. This go around just seemed like we picked right back up where we left off 10 months ago. Being back in America has me realizing even more how much I love the 4th of July, the lake, and the mountains of Colorado. Even though our time has been so sweet some part of me is ready for our adorable beach apartment- for our own space and a place to call ours once again. To meet my new little nuggets of love who are ready for 1st grade. I think Morocco feels like going home… at least for now.
I cant’ tell you where we will be a year from now– only time will tell. People often ask when we are “coming back to America for good.” Our normal has looked different than our peers- but it is our reality that we love. I’ve decided this school year is the year of grace. Striving to be an example of grace to those around me even when it isn’t deserved. Morocco itself presents daily challenges and our workplace can be a breeding ground for chaos. We feel as prepared as we can be with our armor on. A solid group of friends, grounded in our faith, and as emotionally ready as we can be as we head into this school year. Even though we don’t know what’s next or where home will be… right now home feels like Morocco.