Christ Church

Sunday morning came early after Dave's sister's wedding day.  The children cooperatively got out of bed and put on their clothes from yesterday's nuptials.  We left for Christ Church and were looking forward to seeing all the Roof Dogs; their Tías and Tíos.  We were embraced at the door by a few of them and sat with others, while others joined us for refreshments in the fellowship hall between services.  Dave's parents joined us at church and Fr. David even mentioned us during the sermon, which was on "being adopted by Christ" and becoming a part of His Kingdom.  My parents and brother joined us in the fellowship hall for a final farewell before heading to Oklahoma.  One Roof Dog, Tía Kelly, took a picture of us in front of the altar before leaving.  We said our good-byes and headed back to Dave's parents’ house for a lunch of hamburgers and hot dogs. There was time for another swim while Dave packed the car.  Angela chose to watch television while I lathered up Xavier and Lizet with sunscreen.  Then they put on their life jackets, even though Xavier is clearly a fish in the water.  After changing into dry clothes, we headed home. Fletcher (our Westie who stayed with my parents and brother while we were in Peru) slept the whole way home on my lap.  We had a couple bathroom breaks in Atoka, then a McDonald's stop in McAlester.  Our drive was smooth and peaceful.  The children were counting down the minutes until reaching their new home.  We had to make a brief stop at the Tulsa airport to pick up Dave's car, since he flew into Dallas for Tía Kim's wedding.  (While we were visiting family in Texas, Dave had to return to work.)  Lizet, Fletcher, and I drove Dave's car home, following the others.  We pulled into our neighborhood and Lizet says, "muchas casas" with much excitement.  She was thrilled as we entered into the drive, got out joining her siblings, and walked in together.  They opened doors, drawers, and closets.  They LOVED their rooms and after showing them their closets, they thought someone had left their things.  I had to explain to them, "these are YOUR things"... they were speechless. They couldn’t believe their closets and drawers were stocked with clothes in all their sizes (thanks to several of my dear friends in Bartlesville).  After a couple hours of “oohing” and “aahing” at the backyard and realizing we don't have to share it with the neighborhood, they were ready for bed.  I think they were eager to get in their beds.  When I asked Lizet, "¿Es tu cama confortable?"  She responded, "No, es SUPER confortable." And giggled.  We left on the hall light and they left their doors opened, hoping that Fletcher would choose one of them to sleep with during the night.  Poor Fletcher conked out with Dave and me.  I think he was equally pooped!