more than enough.

Every vacation picture should look like this.!..your family having a blast in front of you, warm sun and sand and ocean, baby sleeping in your lap...no dishes! no papers! no laundry!  Ah...

The 23rd was Adam's birthday, and we had a special party for him with sparklers and cake and guitar music...so much fun, and so grateful to have such a thoughtful, caring, hilarious and positive brother-in-law!

Sofie wanted some cake :)  Sofie ate a LOT of food she shouldn't have this vacation...which could be said of all of us, I guess :)

Somebody got her mama's ice cream gene.

We swam, read, walked and talked for days on end, and had an ice cream float any time we wanted, which for me, is pretty close to heaven :)

We also celebrated Lily's 3rd birthday (January 2nd) while we had Aunt Lee and Uncle Adam with us...They got her a wooden birthday cake, and she has thrown at least 50 birthday parties since then.

So thankful for such a fantastic aunt and sister!  While Lily admits that I love her the most, she says Aunt Lisa is her very best friend.  

 We finished Lily's month of the Christmas story and ornaments yesterday with a bead cross, because, as Lily says, "Thank you Jesus came to die for my badness!"  Then we opened Christmas presents in Lisa's room and had another nice relaxing day together.  At bedtime Lily cried and cried, saying, "I'm so sad because Christmas is over!"  Ah...we were all sad for this much needed and much appreciated time away and together to be over :(

...though none quite as sad as Sofie :)

As Lily said today as we got in the car to drive home:  "My face feels sad!"

Tonight we are safely back in Haiti after a few hours on the road.  This picture was taken right as we crossed the border in a moment of complete insanity.  We'd just come over the border, and there are thousands of people milling around, coming and going, selling and buying, waiting and watching.  Matt had to park right in the middle and run to offices on both sides of the border to take care of our paperwork and fees.  

He goes to do that, and I pulled a sobbing Sofie out of her car-seat to give her a break and release Lily from her buckles.  Lily climbs in the front with me, I lock the doors, and realize that the major smell is Sofie...whose pants and shirt (and now my skirt) is soaked in an exploded dirty diaper.  

A moment later, a huge semi-truck was trying to pass us, I'm trying to change Sofie on my lap, digging through the bag at my feet for wet-wipes, there is baby poop literally EVERYWHERE, Lily is climbing back and forth with a 100 piece puzzle scattering everywhere and asking "Mommy, why does that man only have one leg?  Why, Mommy?  Why?", there are a dozen people outside my window just watching, and every two minutes someone was tapping at my window to beg for money.  

oh man.  It was such a "welcome back to reality" moment. 

"Father, help me!" I prayed out loud, overwhelmed, and Lily immediately says, "Mom, grandpa is not here.  He's at the airport!"

We both laughed, and I was so thankful, I am so thankful, that my Father is always with me, and is enough...for vacation, for Christmas, and for everyday life.  More than enough.