I have the most adorable nephew in the world. I mean, seriously.
Although Chris and I really want to go to Spain as soon as possible, and we are praying in faith that God sends us in a “shorter than anticipated” time frame, my nephew is one good thing about having to wait. He’s only 2 now, but if prefield lasts awhile, he’ll be 5, 6 or maybe even 7 years old.
He won’t look like this anymore:
But at least he’ll remember his Aunty Rose. I imagine he’ll feel like this when we leave:
Wait. That’s how I’ll feel saying goodbye to him.
And no matter how old he gets… I’ll always remember him like this (sorry, dude):