Babies are the new thing.
And you guys are so nice.
During these sometimes challenging days of homesickness, wet clothes, and bad hair, I soak up your sweet comments, emails, and messages like a dry sponge.
Sometimes I feel so far away from my old life. Photos of Crockpot Carnitas suddenly seem so stupid next to photos of these eyes.
I mean, really. Your interest in what’s happening in this new Filipino life of ours has been a huge encouragement to me. It reminds me that this is right, this is ok, and that maybe I won’t have any white chicken chili photos ready for Wednesday, but it’s ok. And that it might be better that way, for now.
You guys. I love food. I love photographing runny eggs dripping down the side of a cornbread waffle. I love it so much that it’s giving me goosebumps right now. Crazy much? I love loving food with you. And then I also love days like this.
And I remember that this is why I came here.
If you can get past the ever popular hand-on-chin pose, these faces are saying something, and it’s this: thanks for being supportive, for loving these sweet kids with us from half a world away, and for praying for their futures. Dear family, friends, and readers, thank you.
