Well I feel like its hard to write something after so long of not writing anything as so much has happened in the last 6 months. I just don't know where to start and I so badly want to start again. However the other night I experienced something and thought I will start with it... something less obvious then starting with the birth of Malcolm, which I have not written about, why I don't know. Bah.
The other night I went to a friends birthday party. Now this friend lives in an area of town in which there is a large Bangladesh population. So naturally her Bangladesh friends hosted the party for her. My heart was taken back to being on mission trips and being in peoples homes for meals. They made us amazing food and like it should be (if you have traveled to other countries and been over to peoples houses for meals) there was two bottles of pop Orange Crush and 7-Up on the table. My heart was happy. I enjoy people telling me to eat more and before I can respond they dish me up more food. The atmosphere was fun, carefree, and loving. They took Malcolm and watched him while I ate, concerned about any little whimper he made and wanting to cater to him. I am always amazed at the generosity of other people, especially those from other countries. They often have this understanding that not many western people have about what it is to show love and kindness to people and that whatever they may have been doing before doesn't compare to spending time with those around them. I have a lot to learn from people like that. I hope that I can be at least half as generous as they are and that when the doorbell rings I can drop what I am doing to spend time with the person at the door.
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