The other day I noticed something, it was a gift that I had sent to my parents shortly before we left for India. A pillow with the words “Sending hugs from Gracelyn, Garrett and Jackson from 7,854 miles away.”
It’s been 4 months and 16 days since we arrived here in upstate NY.
6 weeks since schools closed and we returned to homeschooling.
The kids experienced 3 months of public school here in upstate NY before the COVID-19 lockdown.
We spent 1 month in Malaysia before we arrived in NY. We moved every 5 days to a new AirBNB.
Before that it was 1 month in Indonesia, 2 weeks in hotels, and 2 weeks in 3 different homes.
But first it was one month in Thailand in 3 different home-stays that preceded our time in Indonesia.
6 months in India before that, with 5 of those weeks in a hotel.
3 years in Florida leading up to all of this.
6 years in Northern Virginia before Florida.
Today, I have a family of 5 in upstate, NY.
Adam and I are in our late 30’s.
We have an 8, 6 and 4 year old.
Jackson is on the cusp of the number that determines he has Severe hearing loss.
Each day we watch the numbers rise and fall.
Numbers of COVID-19 cases. Numbers of deaths. Numbers of survivors. Numbers of dollars that move up and down for various reasons.
One number never changes.
ONE TRUE GOD.