The Adventures on the Farm Continue..

Last night Micah went to go look for ice cream in our basement freezer.  He came running back up saying there was something flying in the basement.

Who was going to go investigate this situation?  Let me set the stage...

The family stood in the kitchen, 4 had wide eyes and the "I'm not going down there look" on their faces.  The decision had been made without a word being spoken, it was up to me to go down into the dark basement to discover what was flying around.  I armed myself with the first thing I could think of that I might need to "take care" of the situation... an empty pizza box.  Yup, I went armed with a pizza box.  Sadly, my weapon of choice, a tennis racket, we do not own.

I lead the troops back downstairs.  Kevin grabbed a pizza box too, and I was really proud that he and the kids followed me down as my backup.  I told them all to stay low, bats usually fly towards the ceiling, and we started searching to see if we could find this black-winged flyer.

We came up empty handed.  Couldn't find that creature anywhere.  As we come back upstairs Micah was a bit worried about the bat.  He says "doesn't bats carry rabies?" I asked him what the other name for rabies was, he replies "hydrophobia." It is so fascinating to me that after we learn about something, life has a way of bringing it back up.

We had watched Old Yeller a few weeks previous and then just the day before we learned all about Louis Pasteur. He was a French Chemist that discovered a vaccine for anthrax and Rabies (pasteurization is named after him as well).  He was thrown into a situation where a Russian doctor brought a little boy who had been bitten by a rabid animal.  Pasteur had a choice to make, either he could walk away from this little boy and the boy would die, or he could try to save him with the vaccine he had been working on which could kill the boy or save his life.  He opted to try and save his life.  Pasteur has quite an amazing story, he was made fun of most of his life for his beliefs of washing hands, boiling medical instruments, and vaccines.  But he believed in what he was doing and never gave up... his unwavering determination saved thousands if not millions.

Anyway, this is the second time someone has seen a flying creature in the basement.  Both times the witness came running back up instead of staying and seeing where the bat went.  Bats can fit through ridiculously small holes/cracks, for those of you that haven't seen my basement... basically my whole basement fits that criteria!

Even with the bats, I'm thankful for this old house and the adventures we are having here!
 

2016

We made it through 2015... what will 2016 look like?

Yesterday the kids and I read a story about a little boy named Charlie.  Charlie was a boy who was spoiled by his parents.  His father asked him to help with harvesting the oats.  Rain was coming and they would lose the harvest if they didn't get it done in time.  Charlie went out to the field and ended up causing all kinds of trouble.  He hid tools his dad needed, he disobeyed what his father told him to do.  His father finally told him to leave.  As Charlie left he screamed, his father dropped what he was doing and ran to him.  Charlie laughed.... as you can probably guess, this story was like the boy who cried wolf.  Charlie did it two more times and both times his father found him laughing.  Then Charlie screamed and jumped up and down over and over.  His father saw him an decided he was just pretending again.  He left him alone.  Charlie kept screaming and jumping, screaming and jumping.  Finally his father went to go see what the fuss was all about.  Charlie had stepped into a yellow jackets nest and was being stung hundreds of times.  Yellow jackets had gotten under all his clothes and were stinging him all over his body. 

The story about Charlie is a true one.  It happened in the 1860's.  Charlie survived, but his body bore the marks of his disobedience.

This story had so many lessons for us to learn.  I could go on and on about the herbs used to bring down his fever, the mud that was smeared all over him to bring down his swelling.  Yellow Jackets are very interesting insects if you really study them (which we did yesterday).  We had our own run in with a yellow jacket's nest in a straw bale in the barn.  When Kevin moved it he was attacked, but he got away with only 4 stings (we thank God for that, it could have been so much worse). But the lesson that touched my heart the most yesterday was Listening and obeying your father.

The 5th Commandment is Honor your Father and Mother so that it may go well with you and that you may enjoy long life on the earth.  Charlie's parents never taught him how to honor and obey them.  They allowed him to throw fits and get his way.  During all of his acting up his father did not once discipline him.

Most of you know that I am a big stickler for obedience.  Drives me crazy to see children deliberately disobey their parents, throw fits to get their way, whine to manipulate situations.  I am not perfect, I am not the perfect parent, but I have strived hard to lay a good foundation of obedience for my children.  Why? Because not only does it make life so much easier, my children are (usually) a joy to be with, but it also lays the foundation of listening to their Heavenly Father and obeying Him.  

In this world that is so upside-down I think the word "obey" has so many negative connotations.  People hear that word and immediately their hearts start pumping and rebellion is stirred in their souls.  We are a people, a culture, that wants to do what we want when we want.  We don't want anyone else telling us what to do or how to live.  I get that... trust me, a rebellious spirit is strong in me.  However, when your in a loving relationship, when you know that other person has your best interests at heart, you want to obey.  

A kind word turns away wrath... often with my kids, all it takes is my tone of voice and a kind word and the anger is diffused, the misunderstanding is resolved and my kids are happy to do what I have asked.  Obeying isn't a negative thing.  It a good thing.

Being obedient often times keeps us safe.  When I tell my children to look both ways before crossing the street, it's important they follow by instructions.  Especially on our street!  When I tell my child not to touch the pan on the stove or the curling iron on the counter.  It's to keep them from burning themselves.  If I tell them not to look at the TV when a horrible commercial comes on, it's to guard their eyes/mind from things they just don't need to see.  When I tell them to put on their lifejackets before swimming in big waves in Lake Michigan, it's to keep them from drowning.  What parents wouldn't set out guidelines for their children to follow to keep them safe?  Same is true with God.  He gives us guidelines to keep us safe.

By not doing what his father had instructed, Charlie had stepped out of God's protection and covering for himself.  I don't know if Charlie learned a lesson from his actions, I pray he did.  We all have walked away from the covering of protection at some point in our life.  Some of us quickly come back, some of us take a lot longer... 

Looking ahead at 2016, there are a lot of very real and scary things that are coming our way, as a country, as a world.  It is my prayer that my family and friends be living in the Will of God.  Or I could say living in obedience with God.  For there is no safer place to be.  Just like a child, I don't know all the dangers that lurk in this world ( fast cars, hot pans, strong waves...), but my Father knows and he will call a warning or give instruction to me if I need to be brought back under his protection. 

God will cover you with his feathers, and under his wings you will find refuge.  Psalm 91:4

May you see God's protective hand over your lives this year, may you find safety in His will and may He bless your life in ways you could never have imagined.

~Lyn

Our Family Pictures

Family pictures.... UGH!  It doesn't matter who you are, how old your children are, they are always work to get a good picture.  What makes a good picture?  It is different for each family.  Most people like everyone smiling at the camera.  Thats what the typical traditional family picture usually looks like.

It's been over 2 months ago that my friend came out to our house to take our family pictures.  It's been 5 years since our last one.  How did so much time go by without taking one??  Oh, I remember... It's STRESSFUL planning family pictures.  Organizing outfits that everyone likes and will wear, getting a time everyone can be together before the sun is to low in the sky, making sure everyone is ready to smile for the next hour... the list goes on.

Let me give you a snapshot of my three very different children.

Micah- I will stand where you tell me and smile when you tell me, lets just get this done as quick as possible.

Tyler- I might stand or sit or squat in the area around where you want me, I might smile or make a funny face or give you a blank stare.  I will joke and make it much more painful for Micah who just wants to get done, because that makes me laugh and smile and that's what Mom wants from me, a nice smile.

Jilli- I will stand where you tell me and a few other places that I think would be cool.  I will smile when you want me too and also give you a serious face, and a half smile.  I will make slight adjustments while your taking pictures to make sure we get the best angle.  I am happy as long as the camera is taking pictures.

Now throw in Kevin who is more like Micah but with a little more patience for Tyler's antics.  Then there is me, who is more like Jilli because you can never have too many pictures, but lets not have this take all night and lets just listen and follow the photographers instructions because she knows what she is seeing.

As you can see, it's a recipe for a disasterous photo session, but that's the dynamics we are dealing with and honestly, I got a lot of really great pictures (despite all the crazy) that I am having a hard time deciding which ones I want hanging on my walls.

I do want to share my favorite with you.  Back to the whole "traditional family picture", I am not like most people.  I would hang this on my wall because it is exactly what our family looks like right now.  However, the one reason I might pick a different picture to enlarge and hang is because there is one head that is missing.... but if you know Tyler, you know that this is the most perfect picture EVER.  His head isn't in it, but everyone knows that he is the center of attention and making everyone laugh.

So there is a sneak peek at our family picture.  I will probably share more as I slowly choose my favorites, and maybe, just maybe I'll update the pictures on my blog!

Blessings!!

Missing Cats and My Ladies.

I promised I would be writing more... so I'm going to try and stick to that.

Thursday night we all went to bed like any other night.  We woke up the next morning and WhiteSocks was no where to be found.  We didn't think anything of it because he is often off hunting in the morning.  As the day went on and he still wasn't around we started getting a little concerned.  By the evening we were all upset, because it isn't usual for him to go missing all day.

Friday night Kevin and I put the kids to bed then went driving in the neighborhood across the street looking for him.  This is the same neighborhood that he went to the last time he went missing.  We couldn't find him.  Saturday morning Kevin went hiking in the woods behind our house looking for him.  Then we walked through the neighborhood as a family calling and looking for him.  Saturday night Kevin went driving again and at one point he did see a cat in an open field.  He jumped out of the car all excited that he found WhiteSocks, but it was a black cat that went running away as soon as he heard Kevin's excited calls.

Sunday morning dawned and Kevin and I got up early to go looking for him again.  Kevin went out in the garage to go start the car and get it warmed up when he noticed a very thirsty kitty drinking water and then going after the kitty food.

The kids were all up getting ready for church when we all heard Kevin come flying in the door hooping and hollering holding WhiteSocks.  He had been missing for 48 hours.  Where did that stinker go??  PopPop said he went to see his girlfriend, we just laughed until.....

Last night the boys were at youth group and we had to go pick them up.  It was dark, we hopped in the car and turned on the headlights to see 3 pairs of glowing eyes looking at us.  Two pairs were belonging to our beloved WhiteSocks and Phantom (his brother), the other pair was belonging to a cat we tried to rescue 5 weeks ago, we named her "Momma Cat".  

She was a ferrel cat that had been living in the city.  The people who's deck she had been living under, wanted a better place for her and her daughter "Boots" and also Momma Cats brother, "Uncle".  We took all three of them in, but Momma Cat bolted within minutes of arriving on our farm.  We thought she was long gone.  Well.... she is back and causing a little bit of jealously between WhiteSocks and Phantom.  

We have no idea what to think about the new situation, or how this is all going to play out.  Last night we locked all our kitty's in our garage so that we knew they wouldn't run off in the middle of the night.  We are also investigating gps tracking system for our cats.... I know, I know, they are just barn cats but Kevin cannot handle anymore missing kitties.  So, our "barn cats" will probably be going high-tech for Christmas.

We also have some exciting news and it comes in the form of brown EGGS!!  Yup that is right, my ladies are starting to lay!!  So far we have collected around 27 eggs.  I think only 3 or 4 of my ladies are laying right now.  

Each morning is kind of like a redneck easter egg hunt.  My chickens don't follow the norm when it comes to chickens.  They don't roost up high at night and they don't like to lay their their eggs in their nesting baskets.  They are forming little "nests" on the ground in the coop and laying the eggs.  Which can be rather difficult to spot being that there is all dried leaves in there as "bedding".  All the brown colors makes the eggs quite camouflaged.  Then we have one chicken that prefers to go up high on a wood shelf and lay her eggs there.  Nice soft place to lay... NOT!

I can't tell you how rewarding it is to have fresh eggs just a few short steps from my backdoor.  I will have to take some pictures of where the girls are laying their eggs to show you.  One of the awesome benefits to having my own eggs is that I can keep them on my counter.  No more taking eggs out of the fridge and letting them get to room temperature before baking!!  I can't tell you how many times I set out to bake and forget the eggs in the fridge and scrap the whole project because I won't have time to let them warm up before I have to leave.  

Quick farm lesson... When a chicken lays an egg, there is a protective coating around the egg called the bloom.  It keeps bacteria from getting through the shell.  Commercial eggs you buy from the store have all had this bloom washed off of it.  That is why 1. you have to refrigerate your eggs and 2. you are more likely to get sick off of raw store bought eggs.  Also, it takes weeks to get an egg from the chicken to the store, so it's already pretty old by the time we have a chance to buy them.  

Isn't the bloom amazing?!  The more I learn and experience, the more in awe of God I am and how he cared enough to create the bloom to protect a little egg, except that bloom not only protects the egg, but it protects me from getting sick from an egg riddled with bacteria!  Mind blowing... Creator God in all of his wisdom created the smallest of details that impacts so much!  

That's about all for today.  Hope you enjoyed the cat saga... and the farm lesson, I'll keep you updated on any latest developments.  

Blessings!!

Catching Up, It's Been Awhile

Wow, I don't think I have ever gone this long without blogging.  Time slips away and I, for some reason,  never sit down and write.  My days are taken up with my children, lessons, farm chores, regular household chores, cleaning homes, baking, and anything else that needs to happen.

New things that have happened here on our farm:  WE HAVE HEAT!  Some of you know that our furnace/air went out early this spring.  All of the duct work had to be removed because it was just an awful example of a homeowner special.  Because we have to basically put in a whole new system, it will cost a.lot.of.money.  Money that we don't have right this minute.  Now I'm gonna be honest, I never thought to pray for a furnace, I prayed for the money for the furnace, but not specifically for a furnace.  Then on the second Sunday of November, we had missionaries come and speak, one of the things they talked about what how they pray for everything.  So I thought, well, if they can pray for all those things, maybe I should pray for a furnace, so during prayer time, I prayed for a furnace.  After church Kevin went and talked to the heating and cooling guy to touch base with him about our situation.  He in turn tells Kevin that they just removed a furnace that the heat exchanger cracked on it.  It was still under warrantee so the heat exchanger was replaced for free, but the homeowner still wanted a new furnace so they removed the fixed furnace from the home and they were wondering if we would like it installed in our home.

On Thursday of this past week, our new to us furnace was installed.  It's a little redneck, we don't have duct work yet, so it blows hot air into our basement and the heat just rises to our main floor and the upstairs, but it is keeping our house fairly warm and we are so grateful for the furnace and the men who installed it!

Last year at this time a woman from our church was talking about her trip to Africa and she said, in Africa they serve a Big God.  God is everything to them.  Here in America, we don't need God, because we have everything.  Here in America, we put God in a box and don't ask him for the big things.  Lesson learn.  I'm gonna start praying even for the things that seem silly, like a furnace!

Yesterday, we took a drive as a family.  We like to just wander around and see where we end up.  We drove by a sign that said "The Only Possession You Can Take With You To Heaven Is Your Children."  Wow, that one really hit me.  That one little sign put things into perspective for me very quickly.  They are the only thing on this earth that I have a potential to take with me when I die.  My heart is meditating on that... it's an overwhelming thought to me.

Romeo had to have surgery to remove a fatty tumor that had broken open and was bleeding.  Today I had to bring him back to have his sutures removed and have the vet look at him to make sure all was healing ok.  Which it was.  I am so thankful that it wasn't any big deal and our Romey is doing great! I can't imagine losing him yet.  He is such a GREAT dog!  He loves our cats, chickens and children!  He brings so much love and joy to our family.

I have more to write, but time is again slipping away and we have things to do and places to go.  I will try harder to make a point to stop and write.  I have so much to share...

Blessings!

A Daddy and his Little Girl

Most important relationship in a little girls life is the one she has with her Daddy.  Momma's have a huge role, but the Daddy, he is the one that has the biggest influence on his little girl.

Jilli and I have a beautiful relationship.  She is so much like me that I get worried at times.  I pray she has some of her Daddy's great qualities and not so many of my short comings.  She is as happy cooking and baking in the kitchen as she is out in the barn cleaning it or playing with the animals.  She will make a wonderful wife some day.  But as much as we are together and as much as we do together, it's her Daddy that she looks to for acceptance and worth.

The smile that Jilli gets when her Daddy tells her she looks beautiful is nothing like the smile I get when I tell her she looks beautiful.  The joy she bubbles over with when her Daddy tells her she has done a good job has no comparison.  You see, her Daddy is the man, the man who's job it is to show her how a man should treat a lady.  It's her Daddy's job to show her how it feels to be well cared for.  It's her Daddy's job to give her a picture of what she should look for in a husband.  And it's her Daddy's job to give her a healthy picture of the Love that her Abba Father has for her.  I think that's the most important job a Daddy has... to teach his daughter about her Heavenly Father and the love she feels from her earthly father doesn't even compare to the love her Heavenly Father has for her.  It's  the most precious gift a Daddy can give his daughter, the gift of knowledge of her Father God.

So any time I see the special spark between a daddy and his daughter it puts a smile on my face.  I love to watch daddy's love their children, especially their daughters.  I see my brother as one of those Daddy's that has that special relationship with his little girl.  She lights up his life... even at 5am when she wakes everyone up because she is ready for the day to start!  I have several videos that I took of Tim and Lina together that I still watch and smile.  One in particular was when Tim had his guitar and was strumming a song on it and she came right up and started dancing and then she tried to strum the guitar and he changed the chords as she "played" the song.  It was so sweet to watch.  I am so disappointed that I only took a quick picture with my phone of the two of them.  Like I said I have videos of them playing the guitar, and at tumble class playing basketball together.  I took this picture the first day I arrived.  Lina was a little shy around me at first and so she had tucked herself close to the person who she knew would keep her safe.

It didn't take her long to warm up to me though.. she was throwing balls at me and laughing in her mischievous way not long after I took this picture.

Sweet Face

Over the course of my New York posts you will see the many faces of Lina.  Every one is adorable but don't let her sweet face fool you!  This little girl has spunk and an adventurous spirit that is hard to contain!  She will also let you know when she doesn't like something you are making her do.  It's a good thing I have gone to battle with a few strong wills in my 13 years of motherhood so I was not taken by surprise the first time we had a disagreement.  It's all about learning boundaries.  Most kids test those boundaries, they need to, they are trying to figure out their place in this world.  If I wasn't tested by a child I would worry about that child.

The key to the testing, is very basic.  Let your yes be yes and your no be no.

The other day I was sitting with a group of Moms.  One of them has a little girl who is 2.  She is adorable little blond hair blue eyed bundle of sugar that turns very opinionated the minute her Momma tells her no.  As soon as the little girl starts to object (by making loud noises, crying or even throwing an object) the Momma tries to pacify her by giving her other options or giving into her tantrum.  One of the other Momma's swooped in and very quickly told this young mother that her no has to be no.  You can't be wishy washy, give in or allow the child to throw a fit and get their way.  My Mom watched this all take place and in her very loving way told her that this other Momma was right.  You need to place boundaries around your kids, it takes work, especially if they have thrown a fit and gotten their way.  But the blessings in the long run outlast the work right now.  There is nothing I love to hear more than when someone tells me that my children are polite and well behaved.    I can't tell you how many waitresses have come up to Kevin and I and said "your children have been the most behaved children we have had in here in a long time."  Now my kids aren't angels, and Kevin and I aren't that great of parents.  We just followed the ageless advice of "let your yes be yes and your no be no." It's amazing how that one piece of parenting advice can change a whole family dynamic.  Once your kids know that no is no, there isn't fits of rage, there isn't screaming and throwing themselves on the floor.  I have seen some doozies over the years and walk away shaking my head because really, that child doesn't feel loved when they get their way.  It might be a momentary gloating, but really deep down they want boundaries, they want structure, it makes children feel safe and loved.

Well that was a rabbit trail I hadn't intended to write about... Let me show you some of the cuteness that I had to photograph.

We were getting a little reading in before nap time, but she is such a silly thing that she kept squealing and laughing.

Warning... the pictures that follow are are almost to cute to handle.  Her sweet face just begs to be kissed!

Love that little girl....

The Start of New York

There are days I wish I could just have a video camera following me around.  You would all get a good laugh.  Tuesday we moved the chickens to the coop.  Literally moved the brooder (big huge box where I have been raising them) into the coop.  The kids and I slid a tarp under the brooder and then dragged it into the coop.  I actually did video some of that, there was a whole lot of squawking and not just from the chickens!  Poor ladies were all uptight about that move and then when I opened the little door for their first glimpse of the outdoors they didn't know what to do with themselves.  Jilli and I had to carry some out into the run so they could see it wasn't so scary.... but then 4 cats appeared and life got a little scary and they all ran back in.  

By day 2 they have gotten more used to the outdoors and when it was time to put them in bed for the night they refused to go.  I was tossing chickens into the little door (good thing I was a good softball pitcher) and you should of heard the squawking then!  As soon as I tossed one in, they would turn around and run back out.  I probably worked the problem for 30 minutes trying to herd them into the coop by myself the whole time I'm muttering under my breath... "you asked for this... you can't ask for help because you asked for these chickens..."  I also was dealing with 4 cats and 1 dog, all of whom really wanted an up close encounter with these chickens. 

It's been fun watching them explore the great outdoors and start living life as real life chickens!  Can't wait for the eggs to start popping out, but that will still be awhile before that happens.  Probably around Christmas time.

OK, so I promised to show you New York pictures of my trip in June.  Hard to believe we are fast approaching September!

The day I arrived she had learned a new word.  Her nanny was cooking up an amazing dinner for all of us when the fire alarm started to go off and Pria must have said something about fire.  Lina picked right up on that and started yelling "FIRE, FIRE", the whole time I was there if she heard any kind of siren she would yell FIRE, FIRE!  There were a few times that she chose to yell those words that made me laugh... like when we were in a whole elevator full of people.  

Seriously, she is too cute for her own good.  I'm thinking her parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins... are all going to have a hard time telling this face "no".  This was the face that I woke up to every morning before the sun had a chance to shine it's rays over the horizon.  She takes the name "early riser" to a whole new level!  I am not a coffee drinker, but she almost drove me to coffee that week.  5:45am was the latest she slept in, and for all of you who know me... that is still considered the middle of the night to me...

Catching Up, Jilli turns 10yrs old and the Kittens!

I have so much to share and write... I have lots of posts already written in my head, but I just can't seem to find the time to sit down and write them out.  Life is busy here on the farm and with my garden, chickens, kittens, and outdoor chore lists on top of regular old household chores there doesn't seem to be much time for just sitting in front of my computer.  This morning it's raining... blessed rain, it's been so long since we have seen you... that it's preventing me from going outside to work, so I decided to take the time this morning to write.

This past week my baby turned 10yrs old.  I'm still having a hard time with that.  It felt like I was finishing another chapter in life.  My children are all now double digits.  But I am still so thankful that even though they are getting older, they still love their Momma and aren't afraid to show it.  Micah curled up with me to watch fireworks on the 4th of July.  I loved every second of it, even though my arms were killing me by the end I wouldn't let go.  He might not let me hold him next year...

Our Kittens are growing bigger every day.  Our barn kittens are so sweet, they all have very different personalities, each one is special in their own way (never thought I would say that about cats!)

Quick introductions....Starting top left and moving clockwise
Tiger cat- her name is Phantom, she is Kevin and my cat.  She is very vocal and I always know where she is because I hear her cries.
Tiger cat with white paws- her name is White Socks, she is Tyler's cat.  She is very cuddly and loves to be held by Tyler.  When Tyler calls her "Hey Girl" she comes running for him and starts purring before he can even pick her up.
The tiger cats are sisters and both are great hunters!
Black cat- her name is Clover, she is Jilli's cat.  She is the smallest one of the 4 and she is so sweet.  She loves her Jilli and if I can't find Jilli, she is usually in the barn or on the porch just holding Clover while she sleeps.
Gray cat- her name is Sparky, she is Micah's.  She is quite a little spitfire and is still keeping Romeo at arms length.  She is always the one we can't find, she seems to be the most skittish.  She is the one who finds all the best hiding places but she is a little lover if you can find and catch her.  She will purr up a storm the minute you pick her up.
The black one and gray one are sisters, I think they were taken from their mom a little early because they don't seem to know how to hunt/kill/eat.  I think the "big girls" are showing them the ropes but as of right now, we haven't seen any evidence that they have eaten anything but cat food.

Romeo has a special affection for little Clover.  When she wears herself out playing she curls up in a ball where ever she is and falls right to sleep.  Romeo becomes her guardian and if you get close he lowers his head right over her as a signal that he is protecting her.  The big old dog and the littlest kitten make a very cute pair!

This is White Socks, I just had to show you her sweet face.  Even though Tyler has been begging for his own dog... This little girl has captured his heart.

OK, enough of the cats... never thought I would be gushing over cats!!!!

Blessings!!

Enjoying Bonding

I don't think I ever truly understood until I became a parent.  In all the years I babysat, I never grasped the enormous amount of trust a parent puts into someone when they allow them to watch their child.

Last week Tim and Melissa put that trust into me so they could take a much deserved anniversary trip to Miami.  They flew me out last Wednesday and I got to spend almost a full 6 days with my very spirited niece Lina.

I loved every minute of the trip... even my early wakeup calls from Lina when she pops her head up and announces the day has begun.

What I think I loved most, is that I really got to know Lina in a way that I haven't been able too before.  It was just her and I, alone in the big city.

I can't wait to share some of what I captured of my week in New York with Lina.  A lot of my pictures were a blur and if you knew Lina you would know why... that girl NEVER sits still, but she is the cutest little Dutch Peruvian girl ever and as I share pictures with you, you will see why...

Blessings!