My parents were here last week. They just left to go back home to
Bunda, Tanzania where they've lived for 6 years and will live for the rest of their lives. It's obviously very hard to see them so it's really really great when we get the chance. We took a cab to Manny's, my Dad's favorite to place in minneapolis & the cab driver was from Kenya—my parents had a conversation with him in Swahili which was fun to watch even if I wasn't in on the jokes they were telling.
My parents are missionaries. People who know me well know that I'm not religious (an athiest in fact), but they also know how highly I value behaving well and living a moral life. There are bad kinds of missionaries, we've all seen them in movies, but there are good kinds as well. My parents are without question the second kind. They're over there being good to people and having an effect, the scope of which I doubt even they realize. I can't express how proud I am of them.
While they were here we mostly just relaxed, hung out, and talked. They've had lots of adventures since
the last time we were together and it's always fascinating hearing them tell them. Oh we also played Tiger Woods 09 on the PS3 and Dad murdered me.
Aww, your folks are awesome. Say hi for me.
Posted by: Jess | October 26, 2008 at 05:37 PM