Erin and I went for a week to Seattle and it was a very good trip. We were able to meet with a mission committee of a church, have a board meeting with our awesome team, and see lots of people. It was very encouraging.
When the trip ended, we realized that we missed being in Mexico. So we hurried back and it was fun to see people again. Laura ran and jumped up on the "stage" at church to say hello to me. Sometimes you need to go away to realize what you have.
It was more evident last night.
Erin and I made dinner for Becky and her boyfriend Mike. We had a great time. After, we went downstairs to have some s'mores and hang out. We were at the kitchen table enjoying the tasty treat (Becky, Mike, Sofy, Erin, and me), while Elizabeth, Enrique, Junior, and Edgar were watching a Telenovela....which is a Mexican Soap Opera.
During the show, Elizabeth would glare at us and tell us to be quiet. We weren't being loud, but we would laugh and tell a story and that would interfere with the drama.
After the fourth shush, I said that we should throw marshmallows at them. So we all loaded up with ammo and waited for the next shush, chuckling.
When it came, we threw a barrage at them and hit them and the TV room. They all (as if they had planned their retalliation) in unison grabbed pillows and counterattacked us. We kept throwing marshmallows and Elizabeth (the pastora and mother) grabbed fruit and threw them at her daughter, connecting with an orange to her daughter's shoulder.
We laughed and threw "s'more" marshmallows. And that's when it got quiet. We were given the serious shush.
A man and woman on the TV finally gave into their longings...
The moral of this story is....don't get so into TV shows that you miss out on the joys of having your family around to throw fruit at, otherwise the marshmallow with ruin your fantasy...
