The Wedding!

Where do I start? There is so much to say! I guess I'll just start from the beginning. Warning, this might be long!

November 4, 2008

My first day in Haiti! After an eventful flight, and then an incredible drive across the worst roads I have ever seen we finally arrive at one of the MAF's house. After stowing away our suitcases, Jason, Jayden and I walk to our new home. I'm excited! We knock on a big black gate and a Haitian man opens the door and welcomes us with a friendly "Bonjou", and a big smile. Neither Jason or I can really speak any Creole at this point besides the basic greetings, so with some sign language Jason introduces us. As we walk up the steps around the back of the house we meet Denise for the first time. She's a small Haitian lady, probably not much older than myself and she has two adorable little boys.

Jayden takes no time at all to introduce himself and within minutes is playing with the boys.

November 24, 2008

After a couple weeks of unpacking and setting up our home it is time to leave for the village. Spending some time with Anoud and Denise made us decide to hire both of them. Anoud has been working at our house for the last ten years and that is the family's only source of income. At the same time, he's friendly, hardworking and polite. To supplement their income we have offered Denise a job as well; dusting, sweeping and moping inside. The dust here in Haiti is so bad, that it seems like the whole house is layered in dust every day! She is very excited about being able to work and earn extra money as well. I am happy to have another lady around who I can talk to and practice Creole with.

February 24, 2009

We're back from the village and are excitedly greeted by Anoud, Denise, Nicolas and Sabboule. One of the reasons they are so excited is because, when you are gone for awhile, they are afraid you won't come back. We get a schedule going for work times and everything goes very well. Jayden loves having two brothers to play with and is picking up Creole quickly from them.

March, 2009

Denise is expecting, which I had assumed for a while, but she now finally admits it. She seems worried about my reaction, but I assure her there is nothing to worry about and I will help her in every way that I can. After awhile Anoud mops and sweeps for her and life goes on normally. When I come back from a visit to Canada I give her a giant bag of baby clothes, part of which I had purchased and part of which had been donated by family and friends. Seeing the clothes and all the baby supplies, Denise finally starts getting excited. "Oh, I really hope I have a girl," she says.

May, 2009

Denise and I are becoming closer and closer friends, especially as I am picking up more and more Creole and am able to communicate better with her. One day as I am showing her my wedding pictures, I ask her what some of the Haitian wedding customs are. She tells me the little she knows. I then ask what her dress was like. Ashamed, she admits she never had a wedding dress since her and Anoud had never gotten married.

After spending some talking with them both, and hearing that they did want to get married but didn't have the money for it, we decided to have a wedding for them. Denise asks if it is okay to wait till her baby is born since she is getting bigger every day.

July 27, 2009

Denise and Anoud welcome a beautiful baby girl! They call her Jocemine Francis.

August, 2009

As we share about our families, Denise confides in me that she hasn't seen her mother in 5 years. Although her mother lives in Haiti, she lives clear at the tip of Haiti in Jeremie and by boat and tap tap it is a 24 hour trip. After talking it over with Jason we offer to pay for her mother to visit and come to the wedding. Denise is thrilled! Her mother has never seen Anoud or the two boys and it would be so special if she could come.

After a long trip her mother is finally here. Although she's not quite 60 she seems very old and frail. When I meet her, I like her right away. She has a wonderful sense of humour and you can't help but laugh when you spend time with her. Denise's mother decides to call me Mama and since she's old enough to be my Mom I call her Mama too! It's great having her around.

We start seriously planning the wedding but are met with one obstacle after another. Denise has no identification, so our first step is getting her a birth certificate. This proves to be a long, expensive process. After she finally has her birth certificate, she also needs an ID Card, and both her and Anoud need medical checkups, a requirement here in Haiti. Once we have all the paperwork in order and contact Pastor Caleb, from the village, we are able to set the date, October 31, 2009.

October 26, 2009.

The week of the wedding is here and it's time to get to work. As I do all the different jobs I can't help but laugh. I've become the seamstress, the baker, the catering committee, the waitress, the beauty salon, the shoe polisher, the decorator, the hair dresser, the janitor, the nanny, the florist, the photographer and the friend of the bride. Between all my different jobs, I'm kept quite busy.

October 31, 2009

The day of the wedding is here. I finish making the pizzas, lasagnas, salads, garlic bread and put the finishing touches on the two tiered chocolate wedding cake. I originally was planning to make rice and beans, but when I questioned Denise, and offered other alternatives, she liked the thought of lasagna and pizza. "We eat rice and beans every day," she said, so lasagna and pizza would be great!

As soon as all the food is prepared and put in the fridge I get to work on the flower bouquet for Denise, corsages for her mom and Anoud, and vase arrangements. I buy a large bucket of flowers for 400 gds (ten dollars) from a man walking down the street. After arranging the flowers we set up chairs on our outside patio for the service and then set tables up for the food

Jason and I string up lights, put out candles and the flowers arrangements. Everything looks really nice. At 5:00 after helping everybody get dressed, we take pictures outside.

From Drop Box

At 6:00 the pastor and guests arrive. Besides a delay where one of the guest can't find our house, everything else goes smoothly.

My favourite part is when Anoud says "I, Anoud Francis, take you Denise, to be my lawful wedded wife". The smile on his face as he says those words is just priceless. After the ceremony we enjoy the food, which all thankfully turned out well, and spent time chatting with one another. After dinner Anoud and Denise cut the cake and give each other a piece. Although, this is not a Haitian tradition, they enjoyed it!

All in all, it was a really beautiful night, one I'll never forget.

MAF - Haiti Music Video

This is a music video that was recently produced in Haiti. To view it full screen, click on the square button beside the volume control.

Driving Back!

I shift on the seat and brace myself for the next bump. The road is rough and the tap tap like vehicle I am in has no seat belts.

The air is thick with fumes, so thick I can actually taste the pollution on my lips. The sky is a swirling mass of gray clouds and dirty dust rises up from under our tires. I cough, trying to clear my throat, but the air I breath in to replace what I breathed out is just as bad. I sigh and settle back into my seat. Although the benches are full of Haitian and American ladies, this trip going home is much quieter then it was going to the women's retreat. I shift the back packs and suitcases under my seat so I can stretch my legs into a more comfortable position. Then, not being in the mood to talk, I take time to observe and reflect.

Scrawny dogs dig in the garbage that litters the sides of the dusty roads. Every now and then market vendors clutter the sides of the street, making the already narrow road even narrower. I see bananas, plantains, potatoes, tomatoes, and a whole variety of other dusty fruits and vegetables. Music blares from a stand selling radios, and a man blackened by coal dust, arranges neat little piles of coal to sell. Broken down vehicles are everywhere.

There is nothing uninteresting about what's outside the metal caged vehicle we are driving in, but as I look on, I can't help but realize how normal this has all become to me. This is my life now, Haiti has become my home. No longer do I look at everything with eyes of utter amazement or disbelief, but I now I look with eyes of familiarity and love. This country, these people, have found a way into my heart. As the vehicle bumps along further, I take some time and muse over the last few days. I really loved attending the woman's retreat at Villa Ormiso. Not only did I learn valuable life lessons, I also made new friends. I spend some time reflecting on the teaching sessions, times of singing, and the fun we had playing games and just talking. As the truck comes closer to home, I sit up a little straighter. I can't wait to see Jason and Jayden again! Soon, I'll be home again soon.

Back to Work

Well, I'm finally back to work after being home sick with Bronchi-pneumonia for over 1 week and a half! Thank you all for your prayers and encouraging emails.

Blessings,

Jason

Our Wonderful One Week Holiday!

With our one year anniversary of arriving in Haiti coming closer, October 30 for Jason and November 4 for Jayden and I, Jason, as a pilot, was required to use some of his two week holiday time and take a one week stretch off. After some planning and researching some different ideas on what we could do and where we could go we came up with a plan. Since we were able to get cheap flights to Ft. Lauderdale, Florida, we thought that would be a fun place to visit, and give us an opportunity to eat at some of our favourite restaurants and do some shopping for things you can't purchase here in Haiti. Since we live right in the Caribbean we also had the opportunity to visit some of the Islands in the Bahamas and spend a couple days visiting the different beaches and tourist attractions there. We had a great trip and thought it would be fun to share some of our memories and pictures.

Some funny moments were:
1) The day we arrived in Fort Lauderdale, after settling into our hotel room, we walked 45 minutes to the nearest McDonalds. It had been six months for both of us and everything tasted so good! After we finished our meals we even ordered ice cream and cinnamon rolls! Good thing we had a long walk home! This one older lady was watching us for awhile and asked us where we were from. I guess not many people are that excited about McDonalds anymore!


2) I was quite excited to go shopping Saturday morning at the Aventura Mall, something we had planned as well. When I did my research it said that the Aventura Mall was the 5th biggest mall in the United States, which I thought was pretty cool. The only thing I had forgotten to take into consideration was the fact that it had been six months since we'd been to any kind of mall at all. Here in Haiti my shopping Mall, is the second floor of the market, where it's crowded, and smelly, but also a lot of fun. There are no change rooms, you just eye up the clothes and hope it fits or clumsily try to put it on over or under whatever you're wearing! There is only one of each clothing article and only one size, if it doesn't fit you just have to look for something else! You also barter and I can easily purchase a new skirt or shirt for about 300 Gds ($7.50 USD). Well, to put it lightly the Aventura Mall was nothing of that sort! When we got there Jason was thirsty and decided to buy a milk shake only to pay $7.50 USD for it! I can buy a new outfit for that.


So, laughingly we walked around, (till our legs got tired, that mall is huge!) and took pictures like silly tourist. Jayden liked playing hiding and seek in the racks of clothes!


And nope, I didn't buy any clothes there, too ritzy and expensive for this Haiti girl.

3) One day in the Bahamas, Jason had walked a long way to look for a good snorkeling spot. After he came back, two hours later, he convinced me it was worthwhile to go. So, I took my snorkeling set and started walking.



Three quarters of the way there, I was so hot, I decided I would swim the rest of the way. Well, that seemed to take even longer, and it seemed like forever, before I got to the rocky, deserted beach.


On top of that, Jason had told me he had seen a barracuda, something cool to see, but better get out of the water if you do! Well, the whole time I was swimming I was worried and kept doing 360 degree turns to make sure no barracuda was sneaking up on me. Needless to say, I didn't stay in the water long!

4) Well, having to walk that far one day and hardly seeing any fish, (Jason has pictures to prove they were there, but they must have disappeared when I arrived),


it was a nice surprise to see lots of them the next day on a different island. We found out quickly they really like fruit loops, Jayden's snack, and soon fish were swarming around us in the waist deep water.


Every now and then Jayden would throw a fruit loop into the ocean and then snatch it back and eat it before we had a chance to stop him! A little deeper there were a lot more bigger fish, so I decided to snorkel further and took some fruit loops with me. Well, when the big fish caught sight of the fruit loops they went wild and just started circling around me crazily. One fish pulled the little bag of fruit loops right out of my hand and took three of my fingers with him. Fortunately I got my fingers back with only some teeth mark scars to show. That did scare me though! So lesson for all, don't feed big fish fruit loops! Ps: We did see a barracuda there, but he avoided us and we him of course!

Jayden really liked the hammock they had there!


5) I had never been on a jet ski, and that was definitely on my list of things I wanted to do! Jason regularly asks me what's on the list, especially when he's looking for something different to try. Well, after seeing Jet Ski's being rented out for a good price and being able to barter with them for a better price we decided to go for it. Sure you can rent a jet ski on Harrison or Cultus Lake, but if you're going to do it once wouldn't you want to do it in the Bahamas?


Since, Jason had been on a Jet Ski before he let me take it for almost the entire time! It was so fun! Jason has video of me going full speed across the blue ocean. At one point I almost thought my legs would fly out from under me. I guess I haven't lost my need for speed!

6) On the last day before we left Ft. Lauderdale, we decide to look for a Wal-Mart and stock up on some groceries that were either hard to find in Haiti or very expensive. Well, Jason spent a little time on the Wal-Mart store finder and Google maps and found a Wal-Mart not far away. We then got on a city bus only to find out that there was no Wal-Mart Super Center there. We asked around but no one had heard of a Wal-Mart even close in that area. We double checked the information on our GPS and it showed that we were right by the Wal-Mart. Well, it wasn't there, so we asked a bus driver to take us to another one. "Oh I know one," he said. Well 2.5 hours later we finally arrived at the Wal-Mart hot, tired and thirsty. As we walked through the door we couldn't help but laugh. The flight from Port au Prince to Ft. Lauderdale is only an hour and forty five minutes, so we spent longer on a bus trying to find a Wal-Mart then on an airplane getting here in the first place. Well needless to say we didn't want to take a bus back so after we finished shopping we took a taxi instead. At least in a taxi it took only 25 minutes! Jason still wants to phone that Wal-Mart and ask why they aren't there!

7) One last thing, when we arrived home, Jason and I decided we should weigh ourselves. Since I've lost a lot of weight since I got here I was not terribly upset too see I had gained four pounds. Well, we really have to watch what we say since we found out little kids listen a lot more then we think they do! That night as I put Jayden to bed, I asked him if he was going to give Mommy a kiss. He looked at me for a minute and then said "Too fat!"

UN Plane Crash Kills 11 in Haiti

We just found out yesterday evening about the crash, and were very shocked by the news! I have gotten to know several of the UN pilots very well, and our condolences go out to their families!

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A United Nations plane has crashed in western Haiti, killing all 11 people on board, UN officials say.

The Uruguayan surveillance plane was monitoring the Dominican Republic border as part of its tasks with the UN peacekeeping mission in Haiti.

Most of those on board the plane were military officers from Uruguay and Jordan, officials told the BBC.

More than 9,000 UN personnel are stationed in Haiti, which has long been ravaged by violence and instability.

UN spokeswoman Michele Montas said the Uruguayan CASA212 went down west of Fonds-Verrettes.

She said rescue teams had traveled to the area on foot because of the rugged terrain.

No survivors were found at the crash site.

Officials said the cause of the crash was not yet known but an investigation had been launched.

The UN's Minustah mission has been in Haiti since 2004, following the departure of President Jean-Bertrand Aristide.

Excerpt taken from BBC Website.

Swimming!

I strap on my back pack as I help Jayden out the door. It's 3:32 p.m. on Friday, September 25, and technically, swimming lessons started 2 minutes ago. Since I'm the teacher, it's not good that I'm late, but sometimes it just can't be helped! I was ready to leave 15 minutes ago, but when I called Jason to make sure he would be home on time to take care of Jayden, he told me he probably wouldn't be home till 5:00, so I had very little time to get Jayden ready. Swim shorts, T shirt, hat, floaties, shoes, juice, by the time I had everything organized and packed it was 3:30.

Now as I slip on my sandals, hoist my back pack over my shoulders , strap it on, and grab Jayden's little hand I am in a rush. "Quick Jayden," I say as I tug on his hand. "We have to run!" Jayden loves to run and in no time at all we are out the gate and onto the road. "Umm, we'd better slow down here Jayden." I mutter. Laundry, bath, and dishwater sit in puddles all over the rocky, dusty road and I decide I'd better pick Jayden up. It's no good getting his feet all slimy and nasty and I can make much bigger jumps then he can. After carefully navigating my way over the puddles I finally hit pavement. Ahh, that's better. I put Jayden down and we keep walking at a brisk pace. People stare, wave, and greet us, and we smile and wave back. Jayden gets a lot of attention, especially from a group of school girls walking behind us, but today I don't have time to chat. I wave at the armed guards leaning over the wall that surrounds a massive mansion and they wave back. "Ou Vreman bell," (You are truly beautiful) a couple of teenage girls say as we hurry past, and I just thank them and keep going. People say that a lot here and I'm not sure if it's a cultural thing like in Korea where you are expected to say the same thing back or if they are just being friendly, so I make a mental note to ask Denise in the future. We turn right at another street and I carry Jayden again since the road goes downhill quite steeply. Traffic is a little busier too and the edge of the road has a lot of rocks easy for little feet to trip on. When we reach the bottom of the hill we turn left and this road is unpaved, dusty and rocky once again. Jayden insists on walking and two minutes later we arrive at the pool. The kids are already swimming so I quickly get ready and jump in. Since the first class is beginners, Jayden joins this class as well. Today is the last class, and after going through the usual lessons, we spend some time having fun. Jumping into the deep end, diving for rings and playing games. I normally have three children in this class, ages 3-6, but today we have one other Haitian girl visiting and then with Jayden it makes five.

When 4:00 rolls around I help the kids out of the pool and hand out report cards. The next group is the advanced group, where students range in age from 10-16. Jennifer babysits Jayden, since he's getting tired of swimming, and this allows me to give my full attention to the class. There are six students in this group and this class is the most advanced one that I am currently teaching. Shallow and deep dives, surface support, 4 laps each of front crawl and back crawl, underwater and endurance swimming are all part of the curriculum. When they are finished I hand out report cards as well and since it's 4:30 it's time for my intermediate class.

This class normally has 4 children but today just three showed up. The ages of this class is 6-8 years old. I watch as they dive in and swim two laps of front crawl across the pool.

They've also learned back crawl, underwater swimming, front and back glides, rhythmic breathing and straight legged kicking. It's really rewarding to see how much everyone has learned in 2 weeks of lessons! At 5:00 classes are over and Jayden and I slowly walk home. The swimming has tired me out and we are in no rush now. Jayden still seems energetic enough and has no problem walking home. When we are finally back home, Jason still isn't home, but calls to say he will be home soon. After emptying out my backpack and hanging up our wet towels, I preheat the oven and take the homemade pizza that I had made that morning, out of the fridge. Yum, Pizza on Friday night and a weekend of relaxation to look forward too. I am happy!

Dear Oma and Opa!

Thank you so much for the delicious chocolate spread! Mommy is a little mad at me right now so I thought I would send you a letter. You see, this morning I was very hungry. I first ate two bowls of cereal and then at 9:30, I shared a piece of Lasagna with Mommy as a snack, but I was still hungry! While Mommy was busy I snuck into the kitchen, opened up the pantry and pulled out the jar of peanut butter and the jar of chocolate spread. Since I love chocolate I started on that one first. It was so delicious I couldn't help but take big hand fulls and squish them into my mouth. But you see, soon my hands got pretty sticky, and I don't like sticky hands so I wiped them on my shirt. Mommy is always trying to teach me to use napkins to wipe my mouth and shirt on when I'm done eating, but my shirt is just so much easier. Well, when mommy noticed that I was quiet for a little while, she thought she'd better check up on me. Was she in for a surprise!

So anyway Oma and Opa, since I ate most of the jar could you send some more?

Thank you.

Love Jayden

Trials

Have you ever experienced a time in your life when things just keep going wrong? It really seemed that way to me these last two weeks. Whether it' s the breaker box on fire, the inverter not charging our batteries that give our home electricity during the day, the water pump making strange sounds, the wash machine not turning on, the hot water heater not working, water dripping from the ceiling whenever there was a storm, or just simply turning the tap on inside the house to find out that no water would come out, it just seemed like there was always something. I have to admit it's easy to get frustrated and discouraged, when you find yet another thing broken, and it's also in times like those easy to forget that we do have a Sovereign God, who is in control of everything in our lives, even the small things. But He really is!

September 20, 2009

4:00 p.m.

I turn on the tap only to find nothing, no water. We normally never run out of water during the day, but Anoud and Denise have some visitors (something we hope to tell you more about soon) and it could be with the extra people here that the tank has run dry. Jason goes to turn the generator on for about 10 minutes which powers our water pump and refills our 200 Gallon Tuff tank. Once the generator is off and the pump stops running I check the water again still nothing.

5:00 p.m.

Both Jason and I are up on the roof. Today the sky is dark earlier and lightning zig zags across the sky. I hear thunder too, but the storm that's coming in seems to be far away yet. Jason unhooks a pipe and I place my hand against one end to keep the 200 Gallons of water from draining out. As he searches for a wire to push through the pipe to check for blockage, I keep my hand firmly against the pipe. Even with that, water still slowly seeps out. The sky darkens even more and now it's impossible to see. Anoud goes and gets the wind up flashlight. Minutes later, I feel the first drop on my face and look up. All of a sudden the sky opens and a torrent of water pours on me, plastering my clothes to my body and blurring my vision. It's like God opened the flood gates of heaven and all I can do is just gaze around in wonder. Wow, what power. I can't leave my spot until the pipes are put together so I sit on my knees and wait. The storm is getting to fierce and it's impossible to see anything now, so Jason decides to put the pipes back together and we head back into the house to towel off. Jason tries to turn the generator on again so we can have water flowing through the pump, but now the generator doesn't want to start anymore either. So all we can do is wait till city power comes on to pressurize our water.

6:00 p.m.

I'm so cold now, I'm shaking all over. I've started coughing pretty bad too. City power just turned on and I decide I'd better shower off and then get warm. The hot water heater hasn't been working either and I dread having a cold shower but I'm muddy and need to get clean. As I step into the shower I silently pray that the water isn't going to be too cold. Just in case I turn the hot water tap on. After several minutes warm water comes out. It lasts for my entire shower. Once I'm out, I test the water again only to find it growing cold. I go outside to check the heater but it's not on. I can't believe it! God cares. I find my warmest clothes and slip into them. I'm still coughing and my throat hurts, but the warm water really relaxed me. I fall into bed early that night.

September 22, 2009 (two days later)

I stare at the pages of my Bible study book and understanding begins to dawn. The chapter for this week talks about counting it all joy when we fall into various trails. That God uses those trials in our lives so that we can grow and trust Him more and more. After the study I go to my bedroom and pray. As I am praying and thanking God for what He's done, and laying the problems with our house at his feet, I hear an excited shout from Anoud outside. In the bathroom I can hear the water begin to flow. I jump up and look. Sure enough water is flowing. For three days now we've been without water during the day and now as I am praying God had answered once again. What an amazing God we serve.

Video about MAF in Haiti

Sewing Classes!

I pull my hair away from my face and secure it into a tight pony tail. Long, loose hair is just too hot, and a pony tail feels much better. I survey my sewing class and smile at the girls putting the finishing touches on their projects. I can't believe how fast time has gone! I've already taught 9, 2 hour sewing classes in three weeks and today is the last class. The girls hope to start school on Monday and won't have time for sewing again till Christmas. I help Katiana sew the last seam on her skirt and then help Isguerda finish her pillow. "Everyone done?" I question. I'm greeted with a chorus of nods! "Time for pictures then!" Some girls go and change into their new skirts while others line up to get their pictures taken with their new pillows!

Here is 13 year old Renise, posing with her new skirt!

Katiana with her pillow.

15 year old Cherlye with her new skirt!

Kaitana again with her new skirt!

Phara with her pillow.

Cherlye with her heart shaped pillow! Very creative!

Looking back at the photos now I realize I don't have any pictures of Mikerline's pillow and skirt, since she was finished a few classes ago all ready. That's too bad! I really enjoyed teaching sewing classes and getting to know the girls there. I also look forward to volunteering more at the orphanage in the future. However my next few weeks will be busy teaching after school swimming lessons to the neighborhood kids here and I look forward to doing that as well. So don't forget to check back here for swimming lesson pictures next week!

Three years!

September 8, 2006, our wedding date!

It's now three years later and I'd like to spend a little time just remembering that special day.

I remember waking up early that morning and noticing that the sun hadn't come up yet. Was it going to be a beautiful day? I sure hoped so. I remember quickly jumping out of bed, to excited to eat, and then after getting dressed driving to the hairdressers in my Dad's van.

My maid of honour and sister, Gloria, and my bridesmaid and sister in law to be, Esther, joined me there. I remember that by the time my hair was done and I pulled into my parents driveway, Jason was already there slowly circling the block. I had all of 2 minutes to put my dress, veil and shoes on, before he was anxiously ringing the door bell. I remember driving the old fashioned fire truck all around town, and having everyone honk and wave at us! I remember arriving at the airport only to find out that Jason had forgotten his keys for the airplane. Jason's Dad was quickly called and saved the day! We flew to a small landing strip by a golf course on Rowena's Inn on the River, and had pictures taken there.

I love to fly so it was just perfect! We then drove to Minter Gardens met the bridal party there and had pictures taken as we enjoyed the beautiful gardens.

It was the first time I had ever been there, I wanted it to be special, but looking back now I actually don't really remember what it looked like. I guess, I was to busy floating on air and excited about the wedding to really completely enjoy the beauty there. So, I definitely want to go back and see what I missed!

I remember getting so hungry we finally went through a Tim Hortons drive thru, before we arrived at our apartment amenity room to eat lunch. I guess that's what you get for skipping breakfast!

After a delicious lunch with family, and more pictures it was time to drive to the church. I can still remember the old fire truck stalling at the big intersection on Yale Road and then not being able to get it started again. We must have been quite a sight, but in no time people jumped out of their cars and helped push start the vehicle. I remember sitting nervously in the little back room of the church before the wedding, waiting to walk down the aisle. I remember the wedding service's message "But seek ye first the kingdom of God and his righteousness, and all these things shall be added unto you." and I remember Jay starting to get nervous and stumbling over his vows. (You did Jay!) I remember after saying them not feeling any different! (Aren't you supposed to feel different after you're married?!) I remember after the service getting a ride in a "real" fire truck! Which was really cool!

I remember the fun reception with its skits, songs and games, and how fortunate we were to be able to celebrate it with family and friends!

And finally I remember driving home to our cute little apartment with my wonderful husband Jay! It was really an awesome day, one I will never forget!

Krazy Glue!

August 23

I cut into a giant juicy watermelon with my "forever sharp" kitchen knife and wince in pain. I jerk my left hand away and watch in horror as bright red blood squirts out of my thumb. The cut is deep and the blood is flowing fast. "Jay," I yell, "come here". Hearing the pain in my voice, he comes running and surveys the damage. "Put some pressure on it", he says "and keep it elevated." Didn't you learn that in life guarding?" he teases. Never one to easily panic he escorts me to the bathroom where we keep our first aid supplies and starts pulling out the Hydrogen Peroxide. "Mama, big owies!" Mama big owies!" Mama kying." A worried Jayden hovers over me keeping a running commentary. I hunch over the sink as waves of dizziness, roll over me. What a wimp I am anyway? It's just a little cut, I tell myself. Never the less I close my eyes until the dizziness passes. Even though I'm applying pressure the blood is still coming out fast. Jason quickly cleans the cut, it's almost half way through my thumb, and then works on bandaging it up. Although it's quite painful, once the cut is bandaged and everything is neatly cleaned up, I start to feel better.

August 27

It's four days later and the cut still hasn't closed. Thankfully it's no longer bleeding and I've been careful about cleaning it out every day, but no matter what I try the cut remains a gaping crack.

August 29

"I really don't want stitches Jay, but my thumb can't just stay open like this." Jason's given someone stitches in his hand here before, but without anything for the pain, I'm not at all excited about the prospect. " I have an idea," he says. I read somewhere that you can crazy glue your cut closed if it doesn't close on its own. Maybe you should try that." "No way", I reply. "There is no way I am gluing my thumb shut!"

August 30

It's been over a week now and my cut is still open. I've tried wrapping it tightly in bandages, which only caused the skin to go white, moist and dead looking. I've tried wrapping it in breathable fabric cloth, but the cloth just kept fraying and wouldn't stay on. I've tried wrapping string around it, but nothing seems to be working. "Maybe, I'll just have to try that whole crazy gluing thing," I mutter to myself. It's either that or stitches. I go to the kitchen and find one of the single use Krazy glue tubes my parents had brought, and carefully apply a single line over the cut. I'm careful not to touch it, and within a minute it's dry.

September 1

The cut is completely closed. With some water and soap I gently remove the glue. The only thing left now is a scar. Wow, it really worked. Take a look.

Just Another Afternoon!

August 24, 2009

1:35 p.m.

I load the empty crate of glass pop bottles in the vehicle and then help Jayden get into his car seat. I'm both excited and nervous. I eye the big white land cruiser for a minute and then sigh. "It's just hard the first time," I tell myself. "Once you've driven this thing once, you'll feel a lot more confident." I've never been the most confident driver, and it seems every time I get used to a vehicle for some reason or other it gets switched with one of the other program vehicles and I have to go through this all over again. Not only is this vehicle standard, I can drive standard, but it's also really big and clunky. This is my first time driving it and the roads and traffic here in Port au Prince are just not that forgiving. "Here goes", I sigh, I push my leg up and then hoist myself into the driver's seat. I pull the bench two feet forward and then take a moment to pray. Here in Haiti, I never drive anywhere without praying first. With the roads, traffic, and unfamiliar vehicle, I need God's protection more than ever. Trusting in His safety and protection I start the vehicle and check the gauges. Good, the fuel is over half a tank, we're not supposed to drive around with less. Everything else looks normal. Meanwhile Anoud has opened the gate and is waiting for me to back up. I fight with the stick shift unable to get it into reverse. Sweat is pouring off me now and I turn the A/C on but it doesn't take me long to realize it's broken. Hot air blows at me full blast and sweat starts to drip off my whole body. In the back Jayden whimpers and then says "Mama, too hot! Mama, too hot!" I turn around to look at him and notice he's completely wet with sweat as well. I check the doors to make sure they're locked and then roll down my window a few inches. "Once we're driving the wind will help, Jayden." I say soothingly, as he continues to cry. "Wally?" he asks. I hand him his water bottle and then fight to put the land cruiser in reverse once again. This time it works. As I back up and out of the gate, Anoud looks questioningly at me. I just smile, thank him and wave, and then focus on getting out of our potholed street. The road just looks like a dried up river bed and every time we have a storm the gullies and ruts just become worse. Finally I pull onto the asphalt, and although its worn out too, it is a lot better. After 10 minutes of fighting traffic, maneuvering over terrible potholes, ridges and ruts, I finally pull up alongside an iron gate. I take a moment again to thank God for bringing us here safely . After unbuckling Jayden, I gather all my supplies and head for the gate of the Manassero Orphanage. Excitement blossoms up inside me. It's my first day working at the orphanage.

2:05 p.m.

I survey the group of girls and check through the list of names. Sewing classes have started and our first project is making pillows. This will give me a good idea how advanced each girl is. The girl's names are Phara, Renise, Mikerline, Isguerda, and Cherlye. The youngest girl is 13 and the oldest girl is 20. All of them live here in the orphanage called the Light House. The girls are friendly, polite and eager to learn. A group of younger girls have surrounded Jayden and he spends the next two hours playing with them. I wonder a little about what that much attention is going to do to him, because it seems like no matter what mischievous thing he does, they all laugh and think it's the greatest thing ever.

4:00 p.m.

I help the girls clean up the sewing machines and supplies. Some of the pillows are almost done. I see heart pillows, and rectangular ones, blue ones and pink ones, each unique and very pretty. I can tell from this project which girls are more advanced sewers and which are beginners.

4:10 p.m.

Time to go home. Jason calls to say he's already home. Sewing class is done for the day. Jayden seems a little tired too. Maybe all that attention was a little too much. I'm definitely more comfortable driving now. The only glitch comes when I need to cross four lanes of traffic and the traffic lights aren't working. After a few minutes of waiting, vehicles stop to let me turn, but then my front wheels become stuck in a giant pot hole just as I'm trying to turn. This causes confusion, some vehicles start crossing in front of me again, and those behind me start to honk. I push on the gas, fight with the wheel and check for traffic all at the same time, as the land cruiser leaps out of the pothole. Horns blare, but a few second later I'm on the road I'm supposed to be on, without incident. God has kept us safe once again.

4:20 p.m.

I stop on the way home at the grocery store and help Jayden out of the car. The air conditioning is working in the store and we stand in the entrance for a moment enjoying the coolness. As I grab a loaf of bread and some milk, Jayden escapes. He races down the aisle laughing and it takes me a minute to catch up. Some store employees help me catch him and I'm embarrassed. He just giggles and then makes a dive for the rack of balls. I should have grabbed a cart. After helping himself to some candies, which I instantly proceeded to confiscate and return, the cashier lets him choose a lollipop. So much for parenting around here! Oh well, he's happy, and contently sucks the sticky lollipop all the way home.

4:25 p.m.

I check my change but realize I don't have enough left to exchange my crate of empty glass pop bottles for a new crate. Oh well, I guess I'll have to do that tomorrow, when I go to the orphanage again.

4:30 p.m.

Home again! Jayden runs up to Jason and gives him a big hug! Then it's my turn. After sharing stories about our day. I go heat up the dinner I had made that morning.

And that ends just another afternoon in our lives here in Haiti.