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The thing I love about blogs is the opportunity for long or at least some what long and introspective entries. It can border, I admit, on inspecting your navel and then broadcasting for all the world to hear. But in general, I like the feeling that I can cast my thoughts out into the internet wind and perhaps someone, somewhere gets a chuckle or too.

When I was little, perhaps 3, my mother made a bunny shaped birthday cake for me. My birthday flits around the Easter holiday and that year it was probably a bit close and viola a beautiful shaped cake. Since my sister and I are only 16 months apart, I am sure the said cake was not an easy task and when it was finished and iced Mom sat it in the middle of the dining room table and went upstairs to get me. I am sure I was so excited to bounce down the stairs and see the cake just for me and in the shape of a bunny no less. Instead as the table came into view there was my little sister. She had managed to climb on top of the table and was throwing junks of my now decimated cake at us. Tory was laughing, I burst into tears and my mom dashed for the camera. Her presence of mind is amazing, but it was also that need to record, to share what I am sure was not extremely funny at the time, rather than lose her cool. Of course, as the years pass it is one of our favorite family stories, fueled by that very picture of a grinning toddler with her hands full of cake. The emotion that could have been very negative flipped on its head to be something positive and funny.

I guess my blogs are a bit like that. In the past they have been attempts to squeeze the laughter out when we could of our time in Bundibugyo. To process out loud our furlough time in Durham, to plead for prayer this summer for Kev. A sense of connection and remembrance. As we continue to re-acclimate to the US and now to New England, the need to blog has decreased and my posts are sporadic. And now I have become newly attached to Facebook. Which promises connection with minimal effort. Not quite sure how I feel about it, except that it is cool to be able to keep in touch with lot's of people, to glimpse into their lives if only at the surface level. To share random thoughts and quick snapshots with friends both old and new. It feels a bit like the American definition of community. Ha! Now I know I'm going through culture shock.