…just flew to the other side; and boy are my arms tired. (Sorry, that’s the jet lag talking.)
Instead of boring you with the details of my trip home or how much Charles De Gaulle airport sucks, you get this: My new granddaughter, Joanna Christine, just thirty minutes old.
Father and Daughter.
Grandson, Andrew, with his new cousin…
…and granddaughter, Isabelle, with her new cousin
The hardest thing about living in India is not the language barrier or different customs. It’s not the absence of beef or pork. It’s not being careful to avoid getting dysentery from unclean water or malaria from mosquitoes. No, the hardest part is being so far from the ones you love and all that that entails.
My new little princess; isn’t she perfect?