My sisters and I have even closer relationships. We share more than just clothes; we share jokes, memories and past times. When my sister Yissel needed a shoulder to cry on after hearing that her dog died, I was there to comfort her. When my older sister Caren wanted to learn how to bake cookies but didn't know how to turn on the oven, I was there with her hoping and praying we wouldn't blow up the house as we watched smoke curl up to the ceiling. We have so many random funny times too like one morning when Yissel, Caren and her son Alejandro were lying on Yissel's bed. I walked in and casually laid on top of all of them, joining in on their conversation. A few minutes later, my mom walked in the room and jumped on top of all of us! My mother is not a large women by any means, but I am still thankful to have all of my organs in tact after they were crushed against my sister's knee.
My little nephew Alejandro, 5 years old, sticks to me like glue. When I arrive home, he runs out of the house screaming my name and greets me by jumping up and hugging my leg. And whenever he gets the chance, he pulls a chair into my bedroom to eat his dinner and watch cartoons as I attempt to accomplish my homework. Last weekend when I arrived home from a week long class trip, Alejandro was dressed and ready to go exercise with his grandpa, but when he saw that I was home, he claimed to have a headache and stayed home in order to hang out with me. This morning I was outside reading a book. So, he took out his mom's school workbook, sat in a chair and started reading. It was so cute! Though sometimes he drives me a little crazy when he whines about stuff, I am absolutely in love with this little boy!
Before arriving in Nicaragua, I was nervous that I wasn't going to fit in with my family. And by nervous I mean I was an emotional wreck! For the entire two weeks before my plane took off I did not sleep well and treated my loved ones back home poorly. I cried all the time and had an extremely short temper and even snapped at my parents a few times. [Thankfully they are very forgiving.] I felt so torn between wanting to leave and being fearful of it. To me it was not clear whether or not it was really God's plan for me to go on this trip.
But here I am three months later and could not be happier! I could not have asked God for a better family. We are so close to each other relationally that I feel as though I'm a long lost daughter/sister that has been reunited with her family. We laugh together, worship together and share brutally honest opinions such as the fact that God has blessed me with supposedly a tiny stomach and a big butt. (This topic of interest is mentioned at many women gatherings I am involved in. It's embarrassing, yet kind of flattering.)
Thinking about the fact that I only have four weeks left here brings tears to my eyes. Don't get me wrong, I am ready and excited to see my family and friends back home again and share all my experiences with them. But it has become difficult to imagine myself leaving Leon. I've adapted to living here and feel very comfortable and have made so many great friends outside of the family I am living with. It's hard to think that some of them I might never see again...Lord willing I will someday return to this lovely country to visit, but if not, I look forward to the day when I will see many of my newfound loved ones in Heaven. Until then, they will forever take up a large portion of my heart. <3
My sisters, nephew and I exploring Leon after going out to the circus and pizza.
Alejandro and I after figure painting an entire Sunday afternoon. When we finished, I told him my pictures were for him and his grandma and grandpa. Then, he said that his were for my parents back home. Unfortunately he put all our paintings in the freezer thinking that they would dry faster, but instead they got all wet and ruined. He was so disappointed!
My sister Caren and I cooking Sunday dinner, Carne Asada. MMM SO GOOD! We also were playing music and having fun dancing with spatulas as we flipped our meat. While trying to light the grill, we almost smoked out the house because the wind kept blowing the smoke inside. Fortunately no one was seriously injured. ;)
Thankfully God was watching over us and we finished the cookies without burning the house down! And they were delicious!
My sister Yissel and I along with extended family riding home after decorating their family's tomb stones on the Day of the Dead. This holiday is not as big as it is in Mexico, but it was still very interesting and fun to participate it.


