My Daddy

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Today is my daddy’s birthday!  I’m 35 yrs old and sometimes I still call him “Daddy”

1138740-r1-e001One of my Dad’s favorite vacation spots is Lake Powell.  I have memories of growing up riding along with him on his boat.  He taught all of his kids (and our friends) how to water ski.

dsc00275My Dad is an amazing athlete.  I love this picture of him golfing in Hawaii

20000409 022My Dad has been there for me whenever I needed him – ALWAYS

dsc00282He is a dedicated Grandpop!

dsc00786He knows how to make each member of his family feel special

We love you Daddy!

¡España!

EspañaI have been watching most of the FIFA World Cup matches at the AIM AIR hangar.  It has been very interesting to watch the tournament while in Africa with a lot of Africans.  There is something strange that I cannot completely comprehend or communicate.  The Africans really do have a kind of comradery that crosses tribal and national boundaries.  Almost everyone was heartbroken when Ghana, the last African team in the tournament, crashed out in the quarter finals.  One day they are cheering on men from 3000 miles away, the next they are complaining (or worse) about the terrible tribe next door.

The whole family came into the hangar last night to watch the final.  We were all dressed for the occasion.  I choose the blue away Spanish jersey, Cammy was in the Furia Roja and Andrej in my 2002 Spanish jersey.  Petr was happy to wear the Real Madrid jersey he got for his birthday in April.  There was a bit of a crowd there for the match and late in the second half they started a pool as to how many times I would stand up and yell.

It was a very entertaining and hard fought match.  Both teams had chances to take it, but in the end it was Spain lifting the cup for the first time.  Petr and Andrej had both fallen asleep, but awoke for the trophy ceremony.  It might have had something to do with some guy yelling…  Good memories.

(With sincere apologies to my Dutch friends.  “Always the bridesmaid, never the bride.”  But at least it was not a loss on penalties.)

School Break

Here are just a couple of the things we have been doing during the school break:

The boys preforming a play at home for their Dad:

MOV02772The boys are holding up their “Programs” for the play

MOV02773The play in action

Petr made his own jump rope below:

DSC02768DSC02765made out of his clothes (his idea!)

Saying Good Bye to some precious friends from Petr’s school (they are returning to the States) – this is one of the most difficult parts of being a missionary.

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We went to the movie theater for the first time in Kenya (it only took us two years to finally go!):

DSC02769Petr and Andrej watching Toy Story 3 in the theater

Independance Day

Yesterday was July 4th.  Since we are separated from many of the things that would reinforce the meaning of the day, in the morning I asked Petr if he knew what the day meant.  He answered that it was America’s Birthday.  While that is a good answer, I figured he was old enough to know a bit more. So I explained a bit more to him and thought it through myself.

While it is in a sense the day the USA was born, nothing really happened on that day of physical significance.  It was a culmination of an idea that was set forth.  It then had to be fought over to gain any merit, and then be put into practice to test it out.

The idea that was put forth was that the government was for the people and not the people for the government.  It seems quite simple, and fundamental.  Yet I think there are too many people who need to be reminded of it, many of whose authority I live under, both here in Africa, and as a US citizen.

On a lighter note, we had a good time getting together with a bunch of Americans for a great BBQ and  potluck.  We even had 3 Germans, 2 Australians and a Chinese.

God Bless America.