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Last evening Bob arrived at the airport to pick us up. He had the little guys in tow, having just got them from their drop off point from camp. So we all converged at the airport and then drove the 15 minutes home to greet Skipper at the house. What a contrast with the car rental, freeway drive from the huge Detroit airport, and border crossings of our visit to Michigan and Ontario.

While we were gone, Bob began negotiations for a new position, one with plenty of time with his beloved residents and no headaches of administration. He is quite happy with the developments, and it appears that we are moving nowhere location-wise.

Before we left, we never did find Rob's birth certificate, and his new passport came in the mail only hours after we had flown out. So he couldn't come to Grandpa's party in Windsor. I dropped him off on the Detroit side and he spent the time with two of his favorite four sisters and brothers-in-law, and one perky little adoring niece. He did not complain.

The party was a lovely gathering of four generations with great aunties and uncles and cousins from the area. We met at a restaurant. Maggie and I greeted Dad at the door so we could enjoy seeing his jaw drop up close.

Staying in Windsor brought back sweet childhood memories. Waking up to a Northern spring morning in the country with the song of the birds and the distant droning of a lawn mower, I rolled over and smiled myself back to sleep. I did not realize how much I missed Ontario, my sister, and their farm. And how much I needed the break.

Later in Rochester at our old house, we lazed about and pretended we still lived there, played with baby, fussed in the garden, and went canoeing and picnic-ing at the lake.

Back home again in Mississippi, it was fun seeing the boys' happy faces. They were a bit bleary-eyed after four days at camp and an eight hour drive home in the church van from Texas. A little at a time they have been relating their exciting adventures of horseback riding, car racing, and attending kids' meetings where God would show up.

We are back with renewed vision and purpose and adjusting to each other as we continue this journey towards being a family where each member is comfortable in his or her position and knows they and everyone else really belongs. Again the melting together is, as it has been from the start, a work of God, not man.