If you’re a regular reader of this blog, you know that I’ve been dealing with a lot of difficult things so far this year.

But there was one (very) bright spot in the middle of it all. My dad and my brother were able to come to the U.S. for my Lolo’s funeral, and stayed for three weeks.

My parents are missionaries to the Philippines, and I last said goodbye to my dad and brother a month before Little Man was born. So the opportunity for them to come back to the States meant that they got to meet my son for the first time. (more…)