I am so thankful that my parents were able to visit us for three weeks. They got to do some touristy things – a mumu [pig roast], a graduation with traditional dancers, an outing to Rondon Ridge resort in Mt. Hagen.
They spent lots of time with their grandchildren.
Tabitha really loved going on walks with my dad, who would give her time to fill cups with stones and empty them out, squat down and look at bugs, pick up sticks, and all the things that 18-month-olds love to do but I often hurry her through in an effort to get somewhere.
And my parents spent a whole lot of time helping out with the ordinary tasks in our household, which was such a blessing both when I was overdue and when we had a newborn. My postpartum recovery is going really well because I got to stay in bed for a week!
Not pictured: making tasty food like samosas and pepperoni pizza, turning on the water pump and checking the valves, climbing on chairs to fix the cables on the satellite dish, helping Annie with her homework, etc.
Of course the number-one thing we had hoped and prayed for was that they would be here when the baby arrived. I had a checkup at 38 weeks where the doctor almost scoffed at the idea the baby would wait that long… and then he was a week late! So he arrived right in the middle of their visit.
They even stuffed their luggage full of things for the new baby (plus some treats for the rest of the family!). Relatives and friends sent cloth diaper supplies, sunblock, diaper creams, and more, which they faithfully carried halfway across the world.
Thanks, Mom and Dad, for demonstrating over again what parental love looks like, just when we most needed the reminder.
We miss you!!!